I had been yearning for something sweet for some days. Since I am trying to get at least something right in my uberdramatic life(where nothing seems to work my way, but this is a recurring theme, check iwishistoppedcomplainingallthetime.cri to find out more), and my diet seems most in-reach, I said no to the oh-so-tempting-wide-wide range of Norwegian sweets and figured out that I can only accept something done by my two little skilled hands. Of course, I am such a hypocrite now, I will so miss the oh-so-tempting Norwegian sweets. But hypocrisy is, again, a recurring theme.
So what have I thought?Great idea, of course. I got rid of the last(!!!) ever exam in my student life, so I reckoned, why not prepare something, to emphasize this ending. Just for myself, to enjoy alone. And what more apropriate than a traditional meltdown?
I already had some of the ingredients. The aforementioned hypocrisy. But wait, mine was not enough so I had to borrow. No worries, there was plenty available, people are more than willing to give you some. I added some tablespoons of disappointment, both in myself and in the others. Never underestimate the mix of different flavors. Then I went crazy with one cup of self-loathing and one of misunderstandings. Misunderstandings are a species of conflicts, which, like the wine, become better in time. Needless to say that in such an upsidedown recipe and mind overall, the scales of "goodness" are also messed up. Since I lacked sense of direction, I was forced to replace it with a few insecurities. When I saw how perfectly they blend, I added them all. What else is there? A sprinkle of unfulfilled desires, a bit of frustration, a touch of denial and a little bag of sick love. Only at the end I realized that I had put all these together, but they were all dry products. Dust to dust. So I had to improvise with some drops of angry tears to have a homogenous mix: The Meltdown!
To be served with bitter bitter chocolate and fresh fruit. Not to be shared, it's rather a selfish dish. And to be accompanied with nerdy pop-rock.
The recipe is hard to recreate, but no worries, it can turn out quite successful even if you miss some of the constituents. No need to follow mine, one can give it a personal twist. How easily one obtains it is somehow inversely proportional with one's own inner strenght. I myself don't fancy meltdowns too often, I find it really hard to diger them, but after I do, I do feel lighthearted and ready to go a while without such sweets. And promise myself that there will not be a next time, unless there is a menacing pile of perfect ingredients. And from time to time there is.
If you're too coldhearted, or just too happy, just go with a plate of fresh fruit. Like this.
So what have I thought?Great idea, of course. I got rid of the last(!!!) ever exam in my student life, so I reckoned, why not prepare something, to emphasize this ending. Just for myself, to enjoy alone. And what more apropriate than a traditional meltdown?
I already had some of the ingredients. The aforementioned hypocrisy. But wait, mine was not enough so I had to borrow. No worries, there was plenty available, people are more than willing to give you some. I added some tablespoons of disappointment, both in myself and in the others. Never underestimate the mix of different flavors. Then I went crazy with one cup of self-loathing and one of misunderstandings. Misunderstandings are a species of conflicts, which, like the wine, become better in time. Needless to say that in such an upsidedown recipe and mind overall, the scales of "goodness" are also messed up. Since I lacked sense of direction, I was forced to replace it with a few insecurities. When I saw how perfectly they blend, I added them all. What else is there? A sprinkle of unfulfilled desires, a bit of frustration, a touch of denial and a little bag of sick love. Only at the end I realized that I had put all these together, but they were all dry products. Dust to dust. So I had to improvise with some drops of angry tears to have a homogenous mix: The Meltdown!
To be served with bitter bitter chocolate and fresh fruit. Not to be shared, it's rather a selfish dish. And to be accompanied with nerdy pop-rock.
The recipe is hard to recreate, but no worries, it can turn out quite successful even if you miss some of the constituents. No need to follow mine, one can give it a personal twist. How easily one obtains it is somehow inversely proportional with one's own inner strenght. I myself don't fancy meltdowns too often, I find it really hard to diger them, but after I do, I do feel lighthearted and ready to go a while without such sweets. And promise myself that there will not be a next time, unless there is a menacing pile of perfect ingredients. And from time to time there is.
If you're too coldhearted, or just too happy, just go with a plate of fresh fruit. Like this.
