Whenever I eat my school’s chicken parmesan sandwich I eat
it alone. It’s a time to think really, just the sandwich, me and my thoughts. After these meals I tend to walk away from
them feeling that I have really contemplated some of the most important questions
about life. Whatever it may be I constantly
think about it all day. For example, the
other day I was taking a big ol bite and suddenly thought “why do we buy plane
tickets when we can just make wings out of our money” and “instead of
contracting STDs or illness, why don’t humans contract happiness” and lastly, “is
Aunt Jemima the name of the brand of syrup, or is the syrup my aunt long lost
Aunt Jemima?” I just needed to get this
of my chest. Do with it what you will
internet.
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