I’d live off of fruit salad and vodka. This is of course assuming that this hypothetical disregards basic nutritional needs. And the fruit salad isn’t any ordinary fruit salad, it’s the kind I specifically make to cater to my own odd preferences.
- navel oranges
- mandarin oranges
- lemon slices
- lime slices
- green apples
- yellow apples
- fresh pineapple
- peach slices
- red grapes
- white grapes
- fruit juice
Of course making it with all the things I like is really expensive, so I’m ordinarily content with making a fruit salad with three to five of the items on the list. But if I had access to all seasonal fruits and money was not a consideration…well it would be a super fruit salad.
As for the vodka- well let’s leave the reasoning behind that one alone.
I was down for twenty seconds—
that’s eighteen seconds too long,
never mind the dead sprint back that saved the ball.
After he proposed to her, I tried to not fall asleep on his shoulder.
In matters that don’t matter, or are more minor, I act in a manner befitting an elementary school child. They seem to have more fun and live life more joyfully than older people anyway. So why not take joy from eating a piece of good food, why not get extremely enthusiastic over something as simple as going to a bookstore? Life ought to be expressed and felt vibrantly.
In matters of moral and philosophical nature, I tend towards too much seriousness. I am way more touchy than other people about these types of things. I’d say that unfamiliarity in situations that are ordinarily familiar makes me irritated. I stay fixed in certain habits because I enjoy them or the expectedness of it. For that same reason though, I will go beyond what I know and change things that I know I can control. I’d say that puts me firmly at middle age/old age at least a third of the time.
That all averages out to my actual age though so it’s okay by me. I’ll just never forget the time I was standing next to an old man at the store and we complained about the same thing at the same time…but I also won’t forget the little kid who got just as excited as I did by having time set aside to play games. I think the key word here is “balance”.
I would live at the bottom of the ocean. I think the bottom of a pool is peaceful, but the ocean is infinitely deeper in comparison. I think the overwhelming quiet would be so calming. This is of course disregarding the physical effects of miles of water pressing down on the human body and the basic need to breathe…an oxygen tank would ruin the peace of it.
Today I didn’t; I think I deserve a cookie.