Salt is crucial, like existence. Without it, there is no point to concepts like Food or World.
But pepper? Hmm... That certainly calls for debate.
The ones who've had the luxury of having pepper would argue that the essence that it brings is unmatched to any other, and therefore is a necessity.
For those who are having it for the first time, would feel that they are beginning to experience a spiritual orgasm that their lives had been longing for.
Those who have never had it, would make the mistake of calling it an impotent component which does not make a difference. The argument then, would be -
Why is something so trivial as pepper, sitting next to a significant component as salt, on the dining table?
We found out on a Thursday, exactly why. The incident that I am going to describe to you could only happen on a Thursday - a day where vegetarianism is observed in some non-vegetarian household - because of the increased necessity of pepper to be put on bread and butter (because, of course, it's the best vegetarian delicacy that has ever existed).
Someone spared us the privilege to experience something that only potential pedophiles, rapists, harassers, bullies, perverts and accidental victims have had to suffer. Someone sprayed a fucking pepper spray in our Seminar Hall.
Oh yes, we coughed our lungs out. (Think of this image as being in one of the gross films like Drag me to Hell) One of the burdens of this life was also perfectly highlighted to me that day - too much knowledge and rationality is a bad thing. How? Because I couldn't stop myself from hypothesizing that this was entirely a case of mass hysteria (which had been one of the theories that had been reiterated in one of the cases of BuzzFeed Unsolved {GO AND WATCH IT ON YOUTUBE RIGHT NOW} ).
Thinking about it retrospectively, it is perhaps the way the poultry and animals are treated when they are being rushed to the butcher's porch - the manner in which the professors flailed their hands in the air, gesturing us to run the fuck out of the room. This was a request which we most eagerly obliged to.
Was I thrilled? Was I overcome with respect when I was told that there was a can of pepper spray that had been found ? My answer was most definitely the one that you would give if your mother asked you if you'd like pizza for dinner.
But I won't leave you dangling in expectation, let me let you down just like a thousand things will in your life - it was an accident.
How does it feel?
It feels the way when you thought you were going to get pizza for dinner and you end up getting last night's KFC whose crust reminds you of an ill fitting Victoria's Secret undergarment.
So if the story was so anti-climatic, why would I even tell it to you?
Life, Bitch.
Kidding,
I love you,
Please don't hate me.
But pepper? Hmm... That certainly calls for debate.
The ones who've had the luxury of having pepper would argue that the essence that it brings is unmatched to any other, and therefore is a necessity.
For those who are having it for the first time, would feel that they are beginning to experience a spiritual orgasm that their lives had been longing for.
Those who have never had it, would make the mistake of calling it an impotent component which does not make a difference. The argument then, would be -
Why is something so trivial as pepper, sitting next to a significant component as salt, on the dining table?
We found out on a Thursday, exactly why. The incident that I am going to describe to you could only happen on a Thursday - a day where vegetarianism is observed in some non-vegetarian household - because of the increased necessity of pepper to be put on bread and butter (because, of course, it's the best vegetarian delicacy that has ever existed).
Someone spared us the privilege to experience something that only potential pedophiles, rapists, harassers, bullies, perverts and accidental victims have had to suffer. Someone sprayed a fucking pepper spray in our Seminar Hall.
Oh yes, we coughed our lungs out. (Think of this image as being in one of the gross films like Drag me to Hell) One of the burdens of this life was also perfectly highlighted to me that day - too much knowledge and rationality is a bad thing. How? Because I couldn't stop myself from hypothesizing that this was entirely a case of mass hysteria (which had been one of the theories that had been reiterated in one of the cases of BuzzFeed Unsolved {GO AND WATCH IT ON YOUTUBE RIGHT NOW} ).
Thinking about it retrospectively, it is perhaps the way the poultry and animals are treated when they are being rushed to the butcher's porch - the manner in which the professors flailed their hands in the air, gesturing us to run the fuck out of the room. This was a request which we most eagerly obliged to.
Was I thrilled? Was I overcome with respect when I was told that there was a can of pepper spray that had been found ? My answer was most definitely the one that you would give if your mother asked you if you'd like pizza for dinner.
But I won't leave you dangling in expectation, let me let you down just like a thousand things will in your life - it was an accident.
How does it feel?
It feels the way when you thought you were going to get pizza for dinner and you end up getting last night's KFC whose crust reminds you of an ill fitting Victoria's Secret undergarment.
So if the story was so anti-climatic, why would I even tell it to you?
Life, Bitch.
Kidding,
I love you,
Please don't hate me.
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