Follow me on this one:
- Yesterday an artist on Redbubble was listing a few things about herself and included her love for cheesecake. She then added, cheesecake, the kind you eat. I thought to myself, if there another kind?
- I really, really want a good roast beef sandwich. In the weekly ads mailed to my house there were Arby’s coupons. Sorry, Arby’s isn’t my idea of good roast beef sandwich.
- A friend of mine told me I look like I’m 12 years old. I said, “Come on, give me at least age 15.”
The dream I had this morning is as follows:
I went to Arby’s to order cheesecake. The lady said I wasn’t old enough to order cheesecake and asked to see my ID.
That is how the mind works; it takes bits and pieces from real life then tosses them together like salad. FYI, I prefer blue cheese.
Austin
Tossed Salad-Wednesday, May 21, 2008-11:31AM EST
12 years old? Wow, that’s a bit insulting. Some friend, huh?
Blue Cheese? Are you kidding? Are we really even friends? How can you like something that smelly, is all I want to know.
Blue Cheese? That moldy stuff? Ick!
I dunno Austin. This might just be the end of the road :-p I mean, how can I be friends with someone who eats moldy cheese?
I bet both of you guys like thousand island. If I may say so myself thousand island dressing looks like regurgitated half digested nutritional substances. I’m not into Fretos either. I bet you guys eat those and wash them down with Doritos, the Ranch flavored kind.
And yes Ms. Beauty, when you told me, I mean when that person told me I look 12 I was so offended I just went to my love seat and vowed to never move. I was going to stay there forever and ever and drop tears of self pity into my Haagen Daz ice cream bucket but I knew there was much to be done. I couldn’t stay there forever just because you, I mean that person, told me I look 12. I had to get up and press on………okay enough of that bull crap. I’m annoying myself now.
Austin
Thank you for sharing that. It really brightens up the end of what has been a rough week. It made me laugh out loud. What is scary is that I followed the logic all the way through…Hmmm…what does that say of my brain, but I also learned how to follow the logic of the delusions of some of my schizophrenic clients when I was working. This week my mind has been thinking really crazy things. This is just absolutely perfect. But, why am I craving cheesecake now?
Take Care,
Coleen
I don’t like cheesecake or blue cheese dressing.
Nope, not even thousand island.
I guess I’m really the outcast here.
~eni
Eni,
To show you just how my mind works, about 5:30 this morning it occurred to me that someone said they don’t like cheesecake. I suppose my mind protected me from such a thing and I blocked this comment from memory until I was able to handle it and process it. Something, I’m not sure what, jarred this madness forward and there is was, plain as the cheesecake at my local Quickie Mart, your comment, right before me. Thank goodness I have therapy Monday. There is much to be worked through. You don’t like cheesecake? I’m sad for you.
This might come as a shock to many. For years upon years I didn’t like…. wait for it…wait for it… chocolate. I know. It’s been maybe 5 or 6 yrs that chocolate has been yummy for me. I still hate dark chocolate but milk choc w/ nuts is divine.
Don’t lose hope Eni. Like me, you can come to a healing place.
Your fellow survivor
Austin