I wish to be a cheeseburger.
What the hell am I talking about you ask? Well here goes nothing. When you have a taco salad, whether prepared by yourself at a comfortable homey-like setting or served to you in a bowl three times the size of your head in a loud, sweat-smelling Mexican restaurant, you get the same thing. A HUGE combination of ground beef, tomatoes, lettuce, onions, cheese, seasoning and anything else you can find close by to toss in for a great crunch, right?
So now that we're on the same page, you can agree that while a taco salad is enjoyable, it is complex and scrambled. Each piece of the puzzle is there to make the dish complete, but every time you take a bite, you never know what's going to be in it. Well my life is pretty much the same way right now. Everyday I wake up to the unknown, I know the tasks at hand for each day, but I never know in what order they will be completed, or the outcome the tasks will have. The only difference between my life and a taco salad in actuality is, when I finish a taco salad, I fill complete and full, and with my life, it always feels as though something is just missing.
Now a cheeseburger, on the other hand, is pretty self-explanatory. You have your delicious beefy-meaty-patty (unless you're eating at McDonalds, in which to my recent discovery, they just kinda throw whats left of a cow in a grinder and says "what the heck, it'll do") complimented by cheese, and lettuce and tomato and mayonnaise and ketchup and mustard and onions and pickles and okay you get the point, standard cheeseburger. Now the nifty part about a cheeseburger is that it is all structured and orderly. I mean, you have to fit all of that magical hope and wonder in between two buns of your choosing, and if it is all thrown together, it just won't work. Now it doesn't necessarily matter too heavily in which the order of ingredients fall onto these buns, just that it's all there.
That's how I see my life in perfection. I want to have everything structured so that when I get ready to take a bite out of life, I know exactly what I'm getting into. Now this may seem to be that I am a bland person who doesn't like to mix things up or have fun, which is not true to the maximum capacity. Before, I mentioned these ingredients can be re-arranged in a limitless number of combinations, and also, by adding and removing things a long the way each time I bite down on reality, I can create my own outcome.
Some people are taco salads, and some are cheeseburgers. I am so close to finishing the process of transferring from one to the other that I can taste it. If you think about it, taco salads and cheeseburgers contain many of the same ingredients. So I am aimlessly depicting my taco-salad-of-a-life and stacking it together in an orderly fashion to create my dream-of-a-cheeseburger-life. I am just looking for the buns to secure everything in place, and hold everything together while I get used to the stability.
In conclusion, I would like to be a cheeseburger.
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