Yes, that was my breakfast both yesterday and today. Apple pie (it may have even been Dutch Apple - whatever that is). And I don't really like pie!
So why am I eating apple pie for breakfast? I suppose the main reason is because it was there. My mom brought it home from the veterans supper last Saturday night, and gave it to us to take home when we left. This was, of course, after I told her I didn't like pie several times (She couldn't understand why I didn't take a piece of pie at the supper. You know, because I'm obviously incapable of knowing how to do so, and apparently also of knowing what I should and should not like). Anyway, it's not that I hate pie, but it always feels like a wad of sugar inside me after I've had some. Yet it was there when trying to decide what to take to work for breakfast, and, the second reason is because... Why not? Who says we shouldn't have pie for breakfast? I don't know, maybe somebody does, but there's nobody here so....
Meh, that's just kind of my attitude anymore. Why am I letting my old-man hair grow out? Why not? Who cares? Nothing seems to matter.
I pretty much live and work in a vacuum, and to quote Mellonhead... "nothin' matters, and what if it did?"
Also, this piece of pie for breakfast is about as American as I get. I mean, nothing against America or Americans. Honestly, though, I just don't get it. I don't get being proud of one's country. I also don't get people who spend all their time and energy trying to make money. Not that there's anything wrong with any of that, but it does not compute in my brain. I'm sure a lot of people don't understand how I can go out for a 3-hour run and enjoy it, or sit in silence all day. That's just the way it is.
So.... I've been having pie for breakfast. And this was the most pertinent thing I saw on my skim through Facebook today (via David Fitch):
"In war, there are no unwounded soldiers."- Aaron Kilbourn
I am not anti-soldier. I like to think I have much empathy and compassion for them. I am, however, against war, violence, and hatred though. Probably mostly because there seems to be so much of it within me...
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"Do not love the world or anything in the world. If anyone loves the world, love for the Father is not in them. For everything in the world—the lust of the flesh, the lust of the eyes, and the pride of life—comes not from the Father but from the world.” -1 John 2:15-16
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