I mean, I know the bacon and eggs isn't particularly good for me. I know that it is what I am used to - and that seems to make it all the more easier to stick to it, but then I start thinking: that bacon, well it's not great for the thighs, not great for the heart and those arteries that pump my blood around, and come to think of it, that 'over easy' egg really isn't all that OVER easy...it's not too good for me either. But it's what I'm used to...so I'll stick with it...OR:
there's the pancakes. I can rationalize that I can order them whole wheat (that's good for me, right?) and then I can choose to add butter or syrup, or jam. but it's not what I'm used to, and that's a little scary. what if I don't like them? what if they're sticky? what if they taste like kaka?
Back to the waffle. I so often waffle. big decisions. little decisions. I just can't quite decide. I have been criticized for asking people what they think about some pretty personal stuff. I like to get advice. I like to hear what other people think on the matter - and then I can weigh it out and make up my mind. I don't think it's such a bad way to do things. I contend that it provides me with options and insights that I might not have come up with on my own. Afterall, isn't there wisdom in a multitude of counsel? Isn't that written somewhere?
Perhaps that's what the waffle is: a choice. a choice between something you know isn't good for you but it's what you know...and the other is something not ventured, something you've heard about, maybe even seen someone else enjoy but have never tried yourself. The waffle then is the middle ground - the option...something to sate the appetite until you're ready to try that something new.
Am I really talking about breakfast?
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