Just today while I was walking in the park, eating an apple (that's 1 gram of fiber down and 34 to go) and looking around at the world about me and trying to take in nature, in that forced way that you do when you feel you should be enjoying a situation more than you really are.
So I'm walking up and down the footpaths and staring at smaller forms of wildlife that can sometimes be intriguing but are put into a clear perspective when pitting them in a fight against a bengal tiger, or even a lowly mongoose, when I saw a sight that caught my eye.
Today was the first day I noticed anything outside myself since the rectal exam, and it was like waking briefly from a dream.
There in that park, on a bench I saw an obese man with a bag of Taco Bell on his lap, ever so fervently rushing through a Grande Combo of burritoes, gasping between each bite, clutching his heart with one hand as he tried to unfoil the next wrapper, and staring around at the November landscape with the look and the sweat of a man on a desert island in the height of summer. As he sucked on a 40oz mega cup of Mountain Dew I Thought,
"Why does he get to be happy?"
"Probably just good genes," I thought, and watched as he clasped a small child who was running by on the shoulders and used him as leverage to hoist up to a standing position. He let the Mountain Dew fall to the floor, along with the bag full of empty Burritto packaging and proceeded with what I could only assume to be the last leg of a power walk....
Confused, and angry with god, I bit my apple one more time, cast a sinister scowl to the heavens, and headed back to my car.. I had enough of nature today.
So I'm walking up and down the footpaths and staring at smaller forms of wildlife that can sometimes be intriguing but are put into a clear perspective when pitting them in a fight against a bengal tiger, or even a lowly mongoose, when I saw a sight that caught my eye.
Today was the first day I noticed anything outside myself since the rectal exam, and it was like waking briefly from a dream.
There in that park, on a bench I saw an obese man with a bag of Taco Bell on his lap, ever so fervently rushing through a Grande Combo of burritoes, gasping between each bite, clutching his heart with one hand as he tried to unfoil the next wrapper, and staring around at the November landscape with the look and the sweat of a man on a desert island in the height of summer. As he sucked on a 40oz mega cup of Mountain Dew I Thought,
"Why does he get to be happy?"
"Probably just good genes," I thought, and watched as he clasped a small child who was running by on the shoulders and used him as leverage to hoist up to a standing position. He let the Mountain Dew fall to the floor, along with the bag full of empty Burritto packaging and proceeded with what I could only assume to be the last leg of a power walk....
Confused, and angry with god, I bit my apple one more time, cast a sinister scowl to the heavens, and headed back to my car.. I had enough of nature today.
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