Just a stumble

If these next few months are about the journey, at the end of which I hope to be in perfect symbiosis with the environment, it explains why everything is not going well right now. The day was filled with relative self-loathing. My tooth has a gaping hole in it, and the fear of pain inhibits me from eating casually. I tried to abstain from food today. It lasted about 3 hours. I cautiously ate lunch as I worked on an intellectual property paper and counted down the days until graduation.

Around 3pm I met with a friend who did not have dental woes. We walked up to Telegraph Ave where it was Cal Day. Yay. Except for the absurdly dressed youth. With loosely woven cotton smocks. And all the parents. My friend was hungry (and so was I!) so she got a crepes. We sat in the Asian Ghetto while I watched her eat, mouthful after Nutella-and-Banana filled mouthful. The eateries in the Asian Ghetto like to use pictures to get the point across about how tasty and generous the food is. Every glass surface had photos of food. And here I was, sitting in the middle of it, in the middle of young metabolisms stuffing their faces with boba, pasta, gyros, noodles, and donuts. With a hole in my tooth. Typical. I witnessed a donut being torn apart by a ravenous parent. I watched meat being shaved off the spit. I saw a blond girl twirl pasta around her fork. I salivated. Single handedly, I was recreating Pavlov's dog experiment. It's a wonder I didn't drown.

Tomorrow, I will create a cookie bar using only the power of my mind. And a stick of butter, some sugar, some flour and some eggs. Based on the anguish I experienced today, I'm tempted to call the cookie bar “Irony” but that would involve making it look nasty and taste delicious or vice versa. I have a stick of butter softening up, just waiting for my swift touch. There will be a camera involved. And photos. This will be the montage sequence. Cue the lights!