They never get my order right, although it's always the same.
You tell me I'm manifesting
these egg toast errors,
A self-fulfilling prophecy
of breakfast disappointment.
I'm willing to entertain the idea.
"Give less importance to their incompetence,"
you say. But if I'm manifesting it,
isn't it my own incompetence?
Give less importance to that, too.
Accept it all just how it is. Accept
what life gives you. Eat
what you're served and say thanks!
On your lemons and lemonade philosophy
I cast a look of reluctant amusement, then
raise two fingers to my temple and click my thumb.
"I'd rather be dead," is my intended comedy.
But really, I just want to laugh. With you
laughing with me, I'm not thinking
about toast anymore, or whether or not
manifesting is a real law of the universe
or a superstition of the privileged, or
about blowing my lactose-intolerant brains out,
by far! No thinking, no judgements.
To be and laugh with you--that's it.
That's what I wanted.
That's why I came here.
CORRECT EGG TOAST:
- 3 eggs, scrambled - no milk
- black coffee - no milk
- extra bacon
- extra avocado
- no surprise milk!