You Won’t Believe This…

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You aren’t going to believe this…I’m jealous of someone with diabetes.

My friend eats eggs and sausage ALL THE TIME.

Not that I’m a vegetarian, but I don’t eat a lot of meat. Meat just doesn’t appeal to me that much, until I see my friend with sausage and eggs FOR LUNCH. That lucky diabetic. Wouldn’t it be great to have certain meals at times of the day other than the traditional, other than the expected time of day? Breakfast for lunch, lunch for dinner, and for sure dinner for breakfast. And here’s this friend of mine who probably is jealous of my sandwich because, you know, the limit on carbs and all that.

What would we do if we went to a friend’s house and heard them talk like they were running a hotel or a cafe?

“What would you like? We serve breakfast all day.”

We’d tell them we wanted to move in and live there, wouldn’t we? I don’t really know about you. I would, though. I’d move myself in at least for a week.

It’s so enticing to think about being served whatever you want whenever the mood strikes. If you see your friend with delicious food, ANY food, as long as it looks and smells good, you probably crave it. If you’re driving down the street and you smell chicken cooking, you probably have a sudden craving for chicken. If you smell barbecue cooking in the neighborhood, don’t you think it’s barbecue time? And if you smell it and see it at the same time, oh yeah, you want to invite yourself to the party.

Bread baking in the oven? Forget about it! You want that first warm slice. You’d eat the heel on BOTH sides of the loaf, if anyone would let you.

Maybe, just maybe, even if you were diabetic. You’d skip a few other nutrients, just for that taste you haven’t enjoyed for so long. You’d exercise more, just to feel the warm bread on your tongue. You’d eat one thousand boiled carrots for the chance to make the first cut into the warm bread.

I’m not sure about any of this. I’m only empathizing with people with diabetes. See how much empathy I have for you? See how I managed to convey a little compassion there?

Now could you share some of your eggs and sausage?

Published by Kurt Gailey

This is where I'm supposed to brag about how I've written seven novels, five screenplays, thousands of short stories, four self-help books, and one children's early-reader, but I'd rather stay humble. You can find out about things I've written or follow my barchive (web archive, aka 'blog) at xenosthesia.com or follow me on twitter @kurt_gailey. I love sports and music and books, so if you're an athlete or in a band or you're a writer, give me a follow and I'll most likely follow you back. I've even been known to promote other people's projects.

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