maybe im just getting older. there comes a point in life when amidst all the noise and everything going on, all i want is the opportunity to sit down and take a deep breath.
if im fortunate enough, maybe id have some food in front of me. nothing spectacular or extravagant.
never underestimate the humble 3-in-1 and crackers.
long story short, i am beginning to understand why too many chefs spoil the pot. or something like that.
there will always be one chef who believes he is doing everyone a favor by not taking the lead with consent, but to actively override anyone who dissents and acts like hes the only chef on the table.
i abhor it.
and for that, i have come to accept.
until the chefs are taken out of the table, i will never have peace.
on the rare times i allow myself to just breathe, you just have to come in and stab me.
though i will never stab you back, i will remember what you did.
and no, what you're doing is not okay.
after all, you are the living embodiment of "everyone is equal. but some are more equal than others."
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