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I ordered two desserts. I couldn't decide between, so I ordered both. I ate them finished and boy did I enjoy my gluttonous feast! Starting with a bit of each, deciding which was the lesser and savouring the other. Until I mixed both options in my mouth... I couldn't not do that again! It was like I created this perfection of sweetness captured. But that sweet contentedness soon craves saltier perfections. And this is my analogy to life. I'm indecisive, I order more than I need, I feast in one or two things and only once I've depleted that perfection do I crave a third option, most likely so far from the initial choices. Forever wanting, never accepting. My spaghetti hallway is long, winding and sticky but it's one hell of a party that I'm committing to.
At the same dinner as my behavioural character display with regards to dessert, I learned something. Something I love to learn. A new way of thinking.
"Your brain can either be a waffle or spaghetti"
"Hahahahaha" I laugh as I sip my cappuccino before dinner even starts, "Is that even a thing?"
"Yeah, people either compartmentalize their life and thoughts or they're like spaghetti."
It's a visually obvious analogy. I tell him to elaborate.
"Well take your dad for example, he thinks in Belgian waffle squares, the syrup strategically in each square"
"Well, yeah I guess, everyone can compartmentalize and be waffles but sooner or later, especially if there's too much, that syrup ends up all over the plate, your face and in your hair"
"That's if you're eating it!"
Touché
He carries on with this discussion - I'm thinking of delicious sweet waffles covered in syrup now.
I'm getting hungry, we order dinner.
"It is an actual thing, they say most men are waffles whereas females are spaghetti"
"But my mom?"
At this stage my mom informs us that she is indeed a waffle. He carries on.
"Well, I'm spaghetti, so it's not limited to male versus female"
He is spaghetti for sure. He just proved it.
So the just of this, as you can imagine:
Waffle brains are like a big Belgian waffle with defined compartments, each for one thing and one thing only. Examples: football, computer issues, work issues, family, and watching TV. Spaghetti brains are likely to cover five or six topics when asked a simple question - from making a dental appointment to discussing the economic development state of the world - before they get back to the question. And, while the waffle brain is getting mental whiplash trying to follow this disconnected discourse, it’s all smoothly interconnected to the spaghetti brain.
I wish I had asked his spaghetti brain...
"So how does it work? How do they work together, as humans?"
I know my mom and dad are both waffles. Do you have to be the same to understand each other and live happily ever after? Someone tell me! This could save my love life or lack thereof.
Sure, ying and yang and that equilibrium stuff work together too. A balance of waffle and spaghetti. It doesn't sound great together, but who am I to judge combining two meals in one bite. In fact, only when I had both desserts in my mouth was I truly satisfied (momentarily nonetheless). But they were both desserts. The same category.
I wish this thought of spaghetti wasn't so long and entangled in syrup.
This is a conclusion I have yet to come to.
On the other hand, I should really book a dentist appointment.
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My future
The conclusion
Wildfire travels have been simmered down
Down to concrete floors
Not cold but inviting
Serenity in my space
My work my commitment
The conclusion
My future
New adventure:
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