I often see grown people--women, mostly--feasting on bagged goodies on trains and planes and the like. It takes a kind of foresight...
"Yum! What a delicious breakfast! I am quite satisfied. Of course, that satisfaction will not last forever. Some wheat thins in a baggie might be just the thing I will need later, when I am no longer full".
My brain just doesn't function like that:
"Yum! What a delicious breakfast! I am quite satisfied. I wonder what it would feel like to be turned completely inside-out."
Spending a flight pining away for someone else's bell pepper strips is no way to travel.
(Is this the best fucking topic I could come up with for blogging? How pathetic!)
Is there something profound here? If I could think enough into the future to pack some veggies for the road maybe I would be happier? More successful? Less prone to fits of dispair?
(I have a master's degree).
(Parenthetical remarks are meaningless and should be ignored.)
If I started carrying baggies around, would more people read my blog? That would be an absurd correlation, don't you think?