Cookies and Peace
I just received a text from my best friend saying that as she walked out of our favorite bakery with our favorite cookies, a woman glared at her and said, “You shouldn’t be eating cookies in the morning.”
Just a few questions for you, Woman:
Why does an action that has nothing to do with you aggravate you?
And why does it aggravate you SO MUCH that you felt the need to say something out loud about it?
And why did you say it even when you knew it would probably make another person feel terrible?
My best friend and I love that bakery. If we could live there and work there and lick cookie dough off the floor everyday, we would. Every cookie is as big as my palm. They’re perfectly crunchy on the outside and gooey on the inside. When we were at boarding school, my dad would send us a dozen for Valentine’s Day, and it would be the best day of the year. These cookies have always been associated with sweetness, gratefulness, warm tummies, giggles, and chocolate all over our faces and down our arms. What she said was one simple line, but the implications were immense. This woman ruined the experience.
And what the hell is it with people and food these days? Why are people so damn sensitive when it comes to eating? People are being judged on what they eat, how much they eat, and when they eat. If eating something makes me feel good, then I’ll be eating until the day it stops making me feel good. So leave me the hell alone.
Maybe I’m reading too much into this, and maybe I’m getting a little too worked up over something that didn’t even happen to me. But I just don’t get people who 1) can’t mind their own business and 2) people who try to force their lifestyles onto innocent people who are just trying to start the day on a good note by eating A GODDAMN COOKIE FOR BREAKFAST.
Saw this the other day. So accurate. #Preachx50000