Monday, April 21, 2008
riots, not diets.!
No listener really cares as much as the dream as the dreamer, but I had a dream that was almost entirely centered on donuts.
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I was looking to buy a donut. I had some pretty high standards in mind, because I was so hungry. I knew it had to have frosting and springles and be amazing. As I wandered from donut store to donut store, I became so discouraged, because I couldn't find just the right donut. Sure, there were some nice-looking ones, but I kept on thinking, "Don't settle for that donut, keep looking, I bet you can find a better one." Well, the stores were starting to shut down and I got that horrible anxious feeling in my stomach, so I hurried up and picked one. It wasn't quite the donut I had been looking for, but -- what the hell, I was running out of time. I pointed it out to the harried donut store workers, and as soon as I was handed the bag, they pulled down the gates and closed for the day.
Much to my surprise, when I opened the bag, there was no donut.
It was a bagel.
I was incensed, but there was nothing I could do. The donut store was definitely closed and I was stuck.
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Everyone who has heard this story immediately compares it to dating. This is an entirely justifiable interpretation, but I makes me worry about my priorities. Shouldn't I want a bagel? Bagels are delicious and nutritious. Donuts, on the other hand, are flashy and superficial. But they are so fuckin' good. To complicate matters, the wholesome baked good left me feeling incomplete and unhappy, so I feel that this is a lose-lose situation.
One guy told me I'm a lesbian, because I'm so preoccupied with holes.
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I was looking to buy a donut. I had some pretty high standards in mind, because I was so hungry. I knew it had to have frosting and springles and be amazing. As I wandered from donut store to donut store, I became so discouraged, because I couldn't find just the right donut. Sure, there were some nice-looking ones, but I kept on thinking, "Don't settle for that donut, keep looking, I bet you can find a better one." Well, the stores were starting to shut down and I got that horrible anxious feeling in my stomach, so I hurried up and picked one. It wasn't quite the donut I had been looking for, but -- what the hell, I was running out of time. I pointed it out to the harried donut store workers, and as soon as I was handed the bag, they pulled down the gates and closed for the day.
Much to my surprise, when I opened the bag, there was no donut.
It was a bagel.
I was incensed, but there was nothing I could do. The donut store was definitely closed and I was stuck.
--
Everyone who has heard this story immediately compares it to dating. This is an entirely justifiable interpretation, but I makes me worry about my priorities. Shouldn't I want a bagel? Bagels are delicious and nutritious. Donuts, on the other hand, are flashy and superficial. But they are so fuckin' good. To complicate matters, the wholesome baked good left me feeling incomplete and unhappy, so I feel that this is a lose-lose situation.
One guy told me I'm a lesbian, because I'm so preoccupied with holes.
# posted by Anna : 10:13 PM
