Thursday, September 19, 2013
Sushi in the Sky with My Tums
I just ate supermarket sushi and am regretting it. At least I don’t have it as bad as this guy.
Why oh why didn’t he stick with a bag of Fritos and a can of Dr. Pepper? And what does this have to do with car insurance?
I was out doing a few errands and wanted sushi, but I didn’t want to go to a Japanese restaurant by myself, so I went to the supermarket and bought sushi—shrimp and California roll—and a giant bottle of diet Sunkist soda. I told the checkout guy that I was on an all-orange food diet. He laughed.
Took it home, ate it and didn’t feel well afterward. That is, I’m not feeling well as I type this. Which, mind you, didn’t stop me from eating two Tums and a pouch of these.
Only four Weight Watchers points! And no, they didn’t pay me to advertise for them. I can, however, be bought... especially with chocolate.
This is the problem with a craving. If you get something that isn’t quite what you crave, then it’s worse than not having anything at all.
I’ve done this with shoes. Which sounds ridiculous, but perhaps you can identify. Or perhaps not. About a year ago, I wanted red shoes. I went to Macy’s, a store I rarely go to as I am more of a Goodwill girl—and bought these.
The lady in the background is trying to push them away from her because they are bad, bad shoes.
They’re cute, but were expensive, and weren’t exactly what I was looking for. I bought them anyway because I was craving red shoes and this pair was all I could find. I’ve worn them once. The whole time I wore them, I was scared I’d fall out of them. Haven't worn them since.
I’m an idiot. And possibly a little crazy.
But, if I may make an observation that’s something of a stretch—hey, if Esurance can compare car insurance to bad sushi—this is also how I feel about fiction writing.
I go into it with such high expectations: “HEY! I’M GONNA ENTER ANOTHER CONTEST!” Inspired by the prospect of cash prizes (and no entry fee!), I write a good opening sentence, and then I write more, and then I edit, and then I wonder what the hell.
That’s where I’m at right now. I was craving a challenge, started working on a contest entry and am now at a standstill. The good part is that not knowing where to go with my story doesn’t bother my stomach. Even better is that I have one more pouch of those chocolates.