Great analogy. I’m going to use this next time someone tells me I should just ignore the shitty writing in self published books and have fun reading it.
Fuck you, I paid money for this, I get to bitch about why it sucks.
I mean, nobody wants to admit they ate nine cans of ravioli, but I did. I’m ashamed of myself… The first
doesn’t count. Then you get to the second, then the third. And the fourth, and the fifth I think I burned with a blowtorch. And then I just kept eating…
That’s why I find myself staring at a half eaten jar of green olives or an empty sleeve of crackers during the wee hours. Sometimes we just want to get to the point and not bother with the journey.
In the same sense the point of food is to get you full. There’s more nuance to it.
Great analogy. I’m going to use this next time someone tells me I should just ignore the shitty writing in self published books and have fun reading it.
Fuck you, I paid money for this, I get to bitch about why it sucks.
I’m sick of these elitists telling me it’s gross to eat nothing but five cans of refried beans, like, let people enjoy things!
I mean, nobody wants to admit they ate nine cans of ravioli, but I did. I’m ashamed of myself… The first doesn’t count. Then you get to the second, then the third. And the fourth, and the fifth I think I burned with a blowtorch. And then I just kept eating…
That’s why I find myself staring at a half eaten jar of green olives or an empty sleeve of crackers during the wee hours. Sometimes we just want to get to the point and not bother with the journey.
Sure, but if I enjoyed eating the food it was good food.
junk food is still junk food, even if you enjoyed it.
that was the point of the comparison in the previous comment.
the nutritional quality of food has little to do with your enjoyment of it.