No Longer ’Da Bomb

This week has been exhausting with a large video project, straining my back, and getting mocked by a 20 something year old hoopster. What does one do when feeling exhausted? One makes poor decisions that is what one does. For me, my poor decision was falling in love with what used to be enjoyable. A frozen burrito from the gas station or 7-eleven called "The Bomb" and a bag of Ruffles Cheddar and Sour Creme potato chips.

Last night, after working until 7pm, I hobbled downstairs to cook up my delicious steak . . . only the steak wasn't there. Frustrated, and feeling sorry for myself, I thought back to the days of enjoying The Bomb burrito and Ruffles potato chips so I slowly got in my car. Drove to the local 7-eleven only to realize I forgot my wallet (the Lord was there for me only I didn't see it). My frustration grew and I rushed home and grabbed my wallet. I was determined to throw down The Bomb burrito after an exhausting week.

By the time I arrived home the potato chips were almost gone. I put the burrito in the micro and pressed start. Every thirty seconds I turned the burrito over as I fantasized about the good 'ol days.

Finally, the burrito was done. I snuck a bite as I took it out from the plastic wrapper and onto the plate.

"OW!" I exclaimed as I tried to get the hot beans off the roof of my mouth. Too late. There is a blister the size of a nickel in my mouth.

As I ate the rest of the burrito, I thought to myself, "why am I eating this garbage? This isn't what it used to be like."

Exactly. Fantasizing about the "good 'ol days" is never fulfilled when you try to go back. Actually, nothing in reality ever compares to our fantasizes does it?

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