Today, I have no cake.
Oh, I hate turning down options. It's just like, well, if I didn't have the option, it would be rubbish, yes, but then at least I'd say to myself, well, if I had the option, I'd take it, it's just that I don't have the option. But then I get handed the option on a plate, ticking all the right boxes and hardly any of the wrong ones. And it's like, so where's your problem? TAKE THE CAKE, it's yours for keeps. But suddenly, it's like, but I dunno, I don't think I really want this. But why? I don't know, it just doesn't smell quite right, I'm sure there's something missing. But what? It's cake, and it's hot and it's fresh and ready to fill your tummy with sugar and spice and all things nice. And I'm like, but really, will eating that cake actually make me feel good, or will it satisfy the hunger for a bit but then I'll wish I had some flapjack instead? GEEZ, IT'S JUST A SLICE OF CAKE. It wouldn't kill you to try it, and if you don't like it, leave it, at least you'll have had a taste. And so you deliberate for a bit longer, really make 'em wait before deciding that no, I really don't want cake, thank you. So it's like, fine, someone else can have the cake, I'm sure that they'll appreciate it. And I'm like, cool, it's better to eat something you really want to eat rather than waste energy on something you don't. And wouldn't it be selfish to have cake for the sake of it when someone else might actually really, really want that particular cake...?
On the jukebox: Micheal Bublé ~ Haven't Met You Yet
Oh, I hate turning down options. It's just like, well, if I didn't have the option, it would be rubbish, yes, but then at least I'd say to myself, well, if I had the option, I'd take it, it's just that I don't have the option. But then I get handed the option on a plate, ticking all the right boxes and hardly any of the wrong ones. And it's like, so where's your problem? TAKE THE CAKE, it's yours for keeps. But suddenly, it's like, but I dunno, I don't think I really want this. But why? I don't know, it just doesn't smell quite right, I'm sure there's something missing. But what? It's cake, and it's hot and it's fresh and ready to fill your tummy with sugar and spice and all things nice. And I'm like, but really, will eating that cake actually make me feel good, or will it satisfy the hunger for a bit but then I'll wish I had some flapjack instead? GEEZ, IT'S JUST A SLICE OF CAKE. It wouldn't kill you to try it, and if you don't like it, leave it, at least you'll have had a taste. And so you deliberate for a bit longer, really make 'em wait before deciding that no, I really don't want cake, thank you. So it's like, fine, someone else can have the cake, I'm sure that they'll appreciate it. And I'm like, cool, it's better to eat something you really want to eat rather than waste energy on something you don't. And wouldn't it be selfish to have cake for the sake of it when someone else might actually really, really want that particular cake...?
On the jukebox: Micheal Bublé ~ Haven't Met You Yet
don't worry, I have no cake either. same boat, different oceans.
ReplyDeleteI have no money for cake; now is the time to be buying sensible things like oats and vegetables and cheap cuts of meat and perhaps I should get a proper table, actually, and I will hopefully get my cake - or flapjack, or brownies, I don't know what I will want - later.
ReplyDeleteThe cake is a lie!
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But what if the cake, once you've tasted it, is blindingly good?
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