Steve pointed out that I've been more open about my neuroses lately. Can't explain that, but I can substantiate it.
Here's my nightmare scenario: I'm stranded on a tropical island, and the only abundant source of food is coconuts. Starve to death or subsist on coconuts? I just don't know.
How hungry would I have to be to eat coconut? If I reached that point, would I still hate the coconut? Or could I actually achieve such a level of hunger and delirium that I could mitigate the awfulness of coconut? As I ate and satisfied hunger, would I then reach a point at which my coconut hatred would return, and I would be unable to eat further? I mean, then my life becomes a balancing act where I manage two levels of acute suffering, only eating enough coconut to reach that point again where coconut aversion exceeds my desperation. See what I mean? Maybe it's better just to starve to death.
And if it's pickles, I will never be hungry enough. Never.
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