Category: olives

This blog has been about death for weeks. Come on! Let’s talk about life. Because we’re alive. Life is precious. Life is beautiful. Life is a cereal. Cereal is for breakfast. I love savoring a hot beverage in the morning. The steam wakes me up. Reminds me that I’m alive. Life! Life goes on. Remember that show? That show was Chad Lowe at his best. I wanted to sleep with him even though he had HIV. Maybe this is a pattern. Maybe I should date people with HIV. Or Down’s Syndrome. That show really put Down Syndrome actors on the map, and there needs to be another show soon that does that. Oh, but there really aren’t many TV shows anymore. Just reality shows. And that might be a hard sell. Although I feel like TLC would do it. It would be called Ups and Downs. Do they already have that? Maybe they do. I’m lost without my TV. I just stream The Bachelor when I don’t feel like thinking about anything, which is sometimes a lot of times. I also like to eat olives. Olives are small explosions of flavor, and I can’t live without them. But I didn’t like them until I was 25. I am quite troubled by the fact that I missed out on such salty sliminess for all those years. I refused to try them because they looked ugly. And it took me 25 years to learn. That’s what scares me about having kids. They’re going to say that they don’t want to try something and I’m going to know it’s really great and they’re not going to figure out until 25 years go by and I’ll have to be patient for all that time. Being a parent just seems like a lot of waiting. And a lot of answering questions. I wonder if my kids will ask me what it was like when there were places like Japan or California because those places won’t be around when I finally have kids in 100 years. I also wonder if we as a human race will figure out how to live underwater one day or if we’ll just collectively say, ‘Hey, let’s just not be a species anymore. It’s too hard trying to be like Kevin Kostner.’ Oh shit, now I’m talking about death again. Maybe I’m just morbid. Maybe it’s because I just read that Nate Dogg died. Even though I know every single word to his ‘Regulator’ song, we weren’t close. So, I won’t be writing some sad tribute to him here. Although that song did mean a lot to me in the nineties. Mount up. I mean, it’s sad that he died because he’s just gone suddenly but he did write a song about shooting a bunch of people, so you can’t feel that bad. But he might have changed since the nineties. I did. Thank heaven. For 7-11. Slurpees totally gross me out now. They were for times pre-olive. My palate is ever-changing as I grow older and get closer to death. Life!