Compare my love life to dinner at a fancy restaurant for a moment. You search the menu for something that looks good, isn't too unhealthy for you, and will ultimately leave you satisfied with your dining experience. Perhaps if this were any other persons romantic life you would have settled on a nice steak or a soup & salad combo. You are a picky eater though, and have strict dietary and allergy guidelines to follow. The soup looks good but no salads pair well with it. This sets the tone for the rest of the menu but by some impossible coincidence on page 6,851 of the menu you find an exquisite looking dish that is all you ever dreamed of in a meal but could never put into words. Smart, funny, good in bed; oh, now we're talking about The Waiter. It is the perfect dish except for the small fact that you are allergic to dairy and the dish is topped with cheese. You ask the waiter if the chef could make it without cheese; a simple request. NOPE! The Chef will not mangle one of his prized creations himself but has no objection to patrons removing items they do not like themselves.
At this point the story becomes a little more tragic. You imagine the plate being brought out to you with the cheese on top. You take hold of the knife and fork and prepare to surgically remove the cheese without impacting the rest of the entree. First trying to pull the cheese off, then gently pushing it up into a lump and sliding it off to the side. Finally after many more hypothetical attempts you sit back and admire the beauty of the one of a kind meal that sits before you. Any attempt to rid it of something you are not compatible with would destroy it; And it was always intended to be served with cheese; Even in your dream within a dream within a hypothetical posed by a blog on the internet had the dish AS IS with cheese smothered over the top of it. This dish, along with all of the others at this restaurant are unique and intended to be enjoyed by only one patron before being discarded from the memory of the chef and only living in the mind of the one who consumed it. Is it fair to the dish to ask it to change? Is it fair to the person who would enjoy that dish just as much or even more than you AND is able to eat it with cheese? But is it fair to you to have to leave the restuarant and make a dairy-free entree for one at home while hypothetical patron #2 and the dish on page #6851 live in hapiness? IS IT???!!!!!
Well can you live with yourself knowing that the they never even had a chance because you weren't strong enough to bear that sadness? Just as the chef said, you must make the choice to change the dish as he has prepared it. There are some people who wouldn't think twice about ruining things for others because they experience joy as a result of it. Could I really put myself before the dish on page #6851 and not feel worse than I would with a dairy-free meal at home? I don't think I could ever do that. Life only gives you the options. You still have to make the choice.
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