Jiro Dreams of Sushi
One day I will be as happy about my life as this man right here.
got a bag of sour cream and onion potato chips. it’s neither sour creamy or oniony!
fuck is this shit. day is ruined. ruined!
I’m sad I wasn’t hungry at dinner. It’s sad to be faced with a plate of food and not feel hungry. Actually I even felt full as I was making it. But did I skip it, did I leave leftovers?! NO. I scarfed it down regardless. My therapist needs to know about this.
You let time pass. That’s the cure. You survive the days. You float like a rabid ghost through the weeks. You cry and wallow and lament and scratch your way back up through the months. And then one day you find yourself alone on a bench in the sun and you close your eyes and lean your head back and you realize you’re okay.