i’ve mentioned before on here – several times i’m sure – that i’m sort of a foodie.
not the rich and knowledgable kind. i can’t tell you much about truffle oil or where the best foi gras can be found. but i do enjoy food, and eating, and the process, flavors and experiences that go with all things food. well…maybe not ALL things food. it’s likely i wouldn’t enjoy prison food too much, even if it HAD truffle oil in it, which i doubt it does.
anyway, i’d much prefer to be having this today: as it is overcast and breezy out, and seems like an ideal lunch for today.
but i would be happy with this as well
because i am happy to eat Mexican food any day of the week. and sometimes more often than that. however, what i would NOT like for lunch is the topic of this post. i heard from my sister last night that a man was found in Florida, eating the face off another man, while he was still alive. now, i’m not implying that this man was also a foodie, and wanting to sample other delicacies he had not heretofore attempted.
he was, apparently, on drugs, and i guess got the munchies and didn’t have enough change on him to pick up a snack. seeing as how he was NAKED and all. and while i find it unappetizing to be munching on someone’s face, i am also perplexed about his clothing selection at this time, and why he felt it necessary to be in the buff for this situation.
but this is why i do not do drugs. at least other than opiates. because while i might find some men handsome enough, and i might kiss them with a fervor that LOOKS like i’m eating them up, i don’t actually wish to consume anyone. it’s a personal choice. cannibalism; not cannibalism. maybe it’s a degree, like homosexuality. some people are gay, some people are homophobic, and others fall in the middle somewhere.
so maybe: some people are vegans, some people are cannibals, and i would rather eat Jimmy John’s.
today has been …. interesting. right now the wind outside is fierce and howly, the sky dark and foreboding, and the trees are shaking so much they look like villains in a horror movie. but it’s been a lovely, melancholy rainy kind of day.
it didn’t really start out that way at first. i had a trigger this morning.
usually a trigger that makes me switch personalities, or go into a post traumatic type of mindset is fairly upsetting; a violent scene in a movie, or a killer with an axe is a sure bet; loud, thumpy music that invades my home via the neighbor’s car; smells i can’t avoid. all these things can trigger me and send me into a panic, or switch me right out of my current personality and into something/someone i’m not prepared for.
today, however, it was a cartoon! just lounging around the house today as my sister got ready for work, and she had on old cartoons. i love the Flintstones, so i was surprised when i became anxious while watching an episode, and so distressed i had to turn the channel. then i was just flipping out for a while. something about this particular episode triggered me – one of me anyway – and it took some fresh air, a little rain, and Jimmy John’s to make things right in my world again.
damn dangerous cartoons!
i recently fell in love with Jimmy, and happily for me there were freebies abounding! oh the universe loves me!
Jimmy John’s I LOVE YOU!!!
Her job started up a project that she knew would be tedious, horrible, infuriating, stressful and time consuming. Not to mention mentally taxing and exhausting. So we popped some beers, and have been doing so since.
But Mercury went retrograde recently too. And although it just aligned itself (yesterday), for the last several weeks life has been a challenge. People arguing at work, miscommunication among the people who work and the people they are working for (or against). Unhappy, confused patrons who would rather yell than understand policy. It’s been a tense month.
Add to all of that the recent suicide threat that I went through last weekend, and am still going through now. Because what might have been a flippant comment from someone who needed a shoulder to cry on has now blown up into discussions with supervisors, heads of departments, and my own friends who I have to lean on when these kinds of things stress me out.
Because I don’t mean to get stressed out about things. God I’m creating my own little mantra and catch phrase just so I can remind myself NOT to worry so much. But I’m tender, you see. And despite my tough cookie outer shell, that is crunchy sweet with no calories, I’m really a big moosh pot inside. And I get all worked up when other people are involved in drama, trauma and despair and try to bring me in to the mess.
So today’s little surprise was truly welcome. Into my cubicle comes a young lady carrying a sort of suitcase and she says, “Would you like a sample from Jimmy John’s?” She’s offering me a teeny free sandwich. Surely she is unaware of the lousy week and month I’ve been having. Surely she is unaware of my tense frame of mind and my wishy washy mental state lately. Certainly she is unaware that food makes everything more fun for me, and here she is offering me a sandwich for no damn reason.
“Awesome!” I say, and eagerly consume the little buddy.
And while a teeny tiny sandwich may not right the downward spinning world, and won’t save the life of the person who might go ahead and kill herself, and won’t keep me from truly becoming an alcoholic by next month…it did brighten my day significantly. So thanks Jimmy John’s (I’ll be by soon!) for making a gloomy day brighter. You were definitely my Accidental Happiness of the week!