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I just took a dirty bowl out of the sink, drained my pasta, then mindlessly dumped the pasta into the dirty bowl. I'd make more, but that was the last of it, and it's 2am...
It's funny how many primitive buttons this pushes:
- wasted time
- wasted money
- wasted food
- expectations of a delicious meal shattered
- it's your own fault
- and you're still hungry...
In reality, it's not a big deal, I can just go to the store or order a Pizza, but millions of years of evolution / survival instinct kick in to make you feel like shit. Nature's way of saying "hey, food is scarce, and hunting is hard, you should avoid fucking this up in the future".
You get a mini version of this whenever you drop the last delicious spoonful of ice cream down the front of your shirt instead of into your waiting mouth. It's always the last spoonful, isn't it? You know it's gonna be so good... you over-anticipate -- a brief moment of lapsed concentration -- and suddenly the spoon tilts just a bit too much, you bite metal, and that last ice cream covered chocolate brownie chunk rolls onto the floor. So disappointing...