I am going to do something incredibly stupid today. I have a desire to have a really nice sandwich. One with mortadella, soppressata, and capicola along with shredded lettuce, tomato, onion, roasted red peppers, peppadew peppers, and smoked mozzarella all on a nice piece of Italian bread with a bit of oil and vinegar. The type of bread that snaps when you break it but is soft as a cloud on the inside.
The idea of eating a bagged lunch or eating at home is to save money, but look at all those fancy ingredients. Each one of those sandwiches is going to cost the same as just running up to Taste and purchasing a sandwich, but they don’t have those ingredients and this is the sandwich I want.
I might turn the construction of the sandwich into a Facebook reel and see if I can get some of that internet money. I’ve never figured out how people get that bag. There are so many videos I see of people just making food, but they all live in perfectly clean houses that have never been lived in.
The internet is the illusion of freedom. Normal people starting channels and making money, but a little bit of digging and it is revealed the people are far from normal. Like that NPR expose I listened to years ago on a pants company that was started in a college dorm. Great American rags to riches story except at the very end they asked the true secret to success and one of the founders admitted to getting $300 mil from an investor. Proving once again that the best way to get rich is to start rich.
This is why major world religions all start with the concept of giving up on earthly things. We just run ourselves ragged scratching and clawing for goals that will always be out of our reach.
Well this took and interesting turn and all because I want to make a nice sandwich and considered posting a video of myself making it but can’t keep my kitchen clean enough because I have three kids and use the place everyday.
That’s what gratitude gets you. A nice sandwich I can eat on my walk to the poorhouse because I wanted to eat a nice sandwich.