Too hot, too cold, just right
When Goldilocks went traipsing through the woods, she happened on a charming little cottage, inhabited by three bears. Upon entering, the smell of porridge welcomed her like a long lost - and hungry - relative. As she sat at the table, she passed the first two bowls, citing them as too hot and too cold, but the third one was just right.
So, she worked it like a double-jointed lap dancer.
But, Goldilocks was fortunate enough to choose between three bowls of porridge. Many of us aren’t that lucky. Sometimes there are only two bowls, and other times, only one. Instead of sitting down, many people would rather skip the meal because it’s not exactly what they ordered.
In a way, the aforementioned fairy tale is a lot like life.
You leave a mate because they have an annoying habit. Your friend isn't approved of in your social circles, so you pretend they don't exist. Your job isn’t the one you planned for, so you do it half-assed. You spend hours in the gym because you never feel buff enough. Your walls are painted several times because you can’t find the right shade of beige.
And on and on…
It seems like no one is ever satisfied with good enough on the road to perfection.
But, consider the alternative.
What would’ve happened if Goldilocks never had that third bowl of porridge? Would she have passed the first two? Who knows? She never gave the other bowls a chance. Too hot? Wait for it to cool down, or throw it in the fridge for a few seconds. Too cold? Nuke it in the microwave. And, if those two fail, add the two bowls together, mix the contents et voila, the perfect porridge!
You miss out on so much by passing on potential. If you don’t like something the way it is, try to change it. No one is born perfect. No one dies perfect. Be happy for what you have. You have so much more than you know.
Lord knows I’m a big ol’ bag of misery, but at least I can adapt to those other happy fuckers who are around me without having to resort to homicide.
Eh, maybe I just need to take a walk through the woods…
Note: Anyway, that bitch, Goldilocks, deserved what she got when those bears mauled her ass.
So, she worked it like a double-jointed lap dancer.
But, Goldilocks was fortunate enough to choose between three bowls of porridge. Many of us aren’t that lucky. Sometimes there are only two bowls, and other times, only one. Instead of sitting down, many people would rather skip the meal because it’s not exactly what they ordered.
In a way, the aforementioned fairy tale is a lot like life.
You leave a mate because they have an annoying habit. Your friend isn't approved of in your social circles, so you pretend they don't exist. Your job isn’t the one you planned for, so you do it half-assed. You spend hours in the gym because you never feel buff enough. Your walls are painted several times because you can’t find the right shade of beige.
And on and on…
It seems like no one is ever satisfied with good enough on the road to perfection.
But, consider the alternative.
What would’ve happened if Goldilocks never had that third bowl of porridge? Would she have passed the first two? Who knows? She never gave the other bowls a chance. Too hot? Wait for it to cool down, or throw it in the fridge for a few seconds. Too cold? Nuke it in the microwave. And, if those two fail, add the two bowls together, mix the contents et voila, the perfect porridge!
You miss out on so much by passing on potential. If you don’t like something the way it is, try to change it. No one is born perfect. No one dies perfect. Be happy for what you have. You have so much more than you know.
Lord knows I’m a big ol’ bag of misery, but at least I can adapt to those other happy fuckers who are around me without having to resort to homicide.
Eh, maybe I just need to take a walk through the woods…
Note: Anyway, that bitch, Goldilocks, deserved what she got when those bears mauled her ass.
Authored by S at 12:00 am
8 Comments:
Have you ever considered the possibility that Goldilocks was really a guy in drag? I'm not sayin', I just saying.
But I don't like porridge.
I wouldn't call you a BAG of misery, more like a satchel or a carry-on. Hell when you get dressed up to trip the light fantastic you're more of a Bob Mackie beaded clutch...you know the one's where there's only enough room for your credit card and your fave shade of lip tint.
kb
Great perspective!
I think she got what she deserved too.
Lemuel: Goldilocks in drag? Uh, no. Never came across my mind.
Jeff: You thought about this way more than I did. You must've loved doing extra-credit assignments in school, right?
Six: Do I look like Tyler Florence? You don't like porridge, you don't eat (*impersonating my mother*).
KB: A satchel of misery? Doesn't have the same ring to it.
Indy: I know. Goldilocks is such a self-righteous, goody-two-shoes.
Ummm, do I have to answer that?
(who is Tyler Florence?)
So on point, Steve. Great post. But I'm not a big fan of porridge either. Can I have cookies instead?
Query: What if the potential constantly bites you square in the ass (and not in the good way)?
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