Sometimes my life feels like a giant calculus problem full of imaginary numbers that make finding an answer nearly impossible. What is it about life that seems so daunting? In some ways, all we have to do is breathe, eat, and sleep. However, the evolution in us desires fun, entertainment, something more than endless days at the office or in a class room. So, we make amusement parks, spas, dance clubs, bungie jumping, and endless activities accessible. Now that's the job I need: discovering and reccommending fun things for people to do. "Why yes, the sea weed wrap is much more invigorating than a facial. After all, you marinate in a tub rather than squirm under a magnification lamp and metal tools." If only that were the kind of advice I could give to earn money rather than, "I reccommend you invest no more than 3% in your friend's company, especially if you have not yet seen the product."
Nonetheless, every morning I get slapped in the face with reality that tends to sting just as much as a wet noodle. My life rarely uncomplicates itself and discovering reality amongst all the imaginary is a constant struggle. Some days I ask myself why I bother even getting up or going to work or school. Those are generally the days that I arrive late due to an impromptu stop at The Original Pancake House which, by the way, is unbelievable. Somedays I swear I can taste a little rum in the pancakes which is odd but somehow they still taste amazing. I just hope they never release a nutrition report on their food because something that good has got to be a sin. Despite the tardies that I manage to rack up and the money that I spend and fail to earn by eating there, I think everone needs a "pancake house." We all need somewhere we can go that is dependable, consistent, and an effective break from a chaotic and confusing life. Oh, and if you don't have a chaotic and confusing life, call me- I would love to know your secret. In the mean time, find you little haven, the diamond in the rough, and relax for a few indulging moments.
Nonetheless, every morning I get slapped in the face with reality that tends to sting just as much as a wet noodle. My life rarely uncomplicates itself and discovering reality amongst all the imaginary is a constant struggle. Some days I ask myself why I bother even getting up or going to work or school. Those are generally the days that I arrive late due to an impromptu stop at The Original Pancake House which, by the way, is unbelievable. Somedays I swear I can taste a little rum in the pancakes which is odd but somehow they still taste amazing. I just hope they never release a nutrition report on their food because something that good has got to be a sin. Despite the tardies that I manage to rack up and the money that I spend and fail to earn by eating there, I think everone needs a "pancake house." We all need somewhere we can go that is dependable, consistent, and an effective break from a chaotic and confusing life. Oh, and if you don't have a chaotic and confusing life, call me- I would love to know your secret. In the mean time, find you little haven, the diamond in the rough, and relax for a few indulging moments.
Dear Little One,
ReplyDeleteahaha lol this was a great article and I thoroughly agree each individual needs an escape, a haven a place that can be truly yours and is always yours. I must say I am not in the least surprised you have chosen the Pancake House. I am jealous I wish we had one in California, instead we have a plethora of alternative diet restaurants and vegan bars. Which if you go there enough finally start to taste good. Anyway I love your blog I think it is horribly insightful and entertaining. Ps i miss you and my philosophy class is horribly boring. I miss you and can't wait to see you!!!