I’m not the kind of girl that really enjoys a lot of drama in her life, but over the last few weeks, between everything going down with my separation and another somewhat ridiculous situation I found [read: put] myself in, I have been a bit of a basket case. Stressed and annoying and not really the person I’ve been working hard to be over the last several months. Driving my friends nuts, I’m sure. Everything is still changing. I felt like I was getting to the end of it, but I think it’s maybe just beginning. On Friday, when the shifting was getting a bit unbearable, a chick I really dig told me her perhaps corny, but still fun, cake theory of life which helped me sort of find the centre again. Nothing, especially relationships, has to be so complicated and confusing.
The Theory of Cake:
I am a whole cake. A guy, new things, or whatever … these things are just extra icing, like little icing flowers for example. These things might make me extra sweet and tasty and they might be very nice to have, but I don’t need them because I’m already a whole, very tasty, pretty cake all on my own, the way I am. And, moreover, people already want to eat me, so who the hell cares about a few extra icing rosettes?
If you think about it for a little while, I swear, it begins to sound less and less silly.