Wrong Spoon
“When you puncture your foot when you rush, Scream!” - happy man
Did it ever happen to you when you’re in the kitchen and you’re dead starved and then you stick your hand in the drawer aiming for the spoon and you pick that one handle and it turns out to be a fork? You try again and it’s a knife this time. Then another fork and then a teaspoon. Exhaustedly, you pull the drawer all the way out so that even the NBI can positively identify that it’s the spoon that you want. No, this doesn’t happen to you? Ok, so it’s just me maybe.
This is a common scenario to me. Yes that starved part specially. This happens when I’m online and I just gotta have that peanut butter in my bun or that jelly in my mouth. Sometimes when I have paint all over and I musn't leave any marks for Detective Wifey's eyes to see on the drawer. Grrr! Where are the nannies keeping all the spoons? but the funny thing here is it's not just the spoon, it happens to the teaspoon as well and to the fork. And the precious butter knife. It practically happens to any utensil that I want to use. Sometimes I wonder if these metals have a mind and they just don-wanna let me feed.
Then it dawned on me, these phenomenom only happens when I am in a hurry to grab that spoon. When the choice is between to grab a bite or to pee. I can’t get what I needed because I am just plain shortcutting my way through it. This thing doesn’t only happen to my kitchen spoon but to all the spoons of life. I guess in order for us to make it through life the way we hope it’ll turn out, we just gotta take the time and mind on it and be consistent with it.
Me, I earn my degree on BS Life daily. I now know how to pick that exact spoon out. Sad thing is, I can’t. My spoon really speaks to me in the first place and tells me to watch out for my blood sugar. Pity.
Did it ever happen to you when you’re in the kitchen and you’re dead starved and then you stick your hand in the drawer aiming for the spoon and you pick that one handle and it turns out to be a fork? You try again and it’s a knife this time. Then another fork and then a teaspoon. Exhaustedly, you pull the drawer all the way out so that even the NBI can positively identify that it’s the spoon that you want. No, this doesn’t happen to you? Ok, so it’s just me maybe.
This is a common scenario to me. Yes that starved part specially. This happens when I’m online and I just gotta have that peanut butter in my bun or that jelly in my mouth. Sometimes when I have paint all over and I musn't leave any marks for Detective Wifey's eyes to see on the drawer. Grrr! Where are the nannies keeping all the spoons? but the funny thing here is it's not just the spoon, it happens to the teaspoon as well and to the fork. And the precious butter knife. It practically happens to any utensil that I want to use. Sometimes I wonder if these metals have a mind and they just don-wanna let me feed.
Then it dawned on me, these phenomenom only happens when I am in a hurry to grab that spoon. When the choice is between to grab a bite or to pee. I can’t get what I needed because I am just plain shortcutting my way through it. This thing doesn’t only happen to my kitchen spoon but to all the spoons of life. I guess in order for us to make it through life the way we hope it’ll turn out, we just gotta take the time and mind on it and be consistent with it.
Me, I earn my degree on BS Life daily. I now know how to pick that exact spoon out. Sad thing is, I can’t. My spoon really speaks to me in the first place and tells me to watch out for my blood sugar. Pity.
