I was working-out at the gym yesterday
when I noticed a conservative woman looking in my direction from the elliptical next to me
She had on a long-sleeve red blouse, with a golden necklace, and black pants.
I was talking to my friend. “I know I’m getting fat,” I said. “But the problem is that eating is the only thing that makes me happy.”
The woman started laughing, “Me too!” She giggled.
“And I sit at a desk all day!” I added for emphasis. It was nice to have a woman so obviously attracted to me.
Positive female attention is okay.
It made me think about eating—I don’t know why. I can tell if I like someone by how they eat. Usually, I don’t like them.
Most people are gross when they eat
and I think an opossum is cute when it chews a strawberry
People are disgusting, like pizza sauce shoved around the corners of their mouth
where an inarticulate tongue
tries to clean-up.
I watched my boss eating once, and I wanted to throw-up. You realize—all the bosses of the world are nothing but overgrown toddlers
pretending to act like adults
giving orders, because they learned to follow them first, before you did.
I catch myself doing this, from time to time, and it makes me sick.
This is why fasting is a spiritual discipline.