Not a metaphor in that sense, but quite.

As soon as I bit into the spring roll, my heart sank.

It was, the most miserable and disheartening experience that I've had with food, as far as I can remember.

That really happened, I'm not writing it down as a metaphor. However, as far as metaphor for larger occurrences in my life go, it is a pertinent one.

I've eaten worse food before; I didn't really want the spring roll but I got it, nevertheless. I could have chosen to not get the spring roll, but I did and had expectations for it because I was so hungry and I wanted it to be good.

Why did it taste so bad? Why was I so affected by the spring roll? How hard is it to not fuck up a spring roll? Wouldn't it have been mutually beneficial for the business to get put out a decent product?

I don't know.

And that's the worst thing, because I want the business to put out good spring rolls because I still have around a year left in the school and I want to be able to purchase hot food from the business.

No, the worst thing would be why I have gotten so emotionally invested in a fucking spring roll. There have been worse experiences with food that I've gotten over, much quicker.

I don't know.

I would like to understand. I would love to be able to understand and effect positive change because at this point of time I've become so fucking emotionally invested in that spring roll and the business that I need to be able to effect positive change in the business and their spring rolls.

Now, I have all this energy with no place to channel it, because obviously the business couldn't care about what I have to say about their spring rolls. So, I am kept awake at this hour when I have work in seven hours because I have all this energy that I is driving me crazy and preventing my sleep.

This is why I don't care about much things. I hate it when I don't understand. It is a tremendous blow when I cannot fix, influence or lose them. It drives me nuts like you will not believe and it is irrational and crazy.


And because there is reality in a few hours, I cannot get to a quiet place and I will not share this because I do not believe in sharing misery when there is the option of joy, and I cannot sleep so this will be driving me crazy for a while.

Until I get back to that quiet place and manage to quieten my mind and put myself above all this. Drama.


After having said so much, that incident with the spring roll really did happen. I really was upset by a miserable spring roll. However, it is such a farce that the incident with the spring roll is such an apt metaphor for events that are still unfolding. Someone upstairs is having a good laugh at my expense.



Fucking spring rolls. Why?!