another doltish cycle

its 11:11 i just wished for a peanut butter sandwich. Much to my dismay, that wished for, folded over piece of whole wheat bread oozing with peanuty goodness did not appear in my hand.  I could go make myself one. but that would require me having to make the sandwhich. I'd much prefer one to instantly pop into the palm of my hand.

This is your life Nolle, take it or leave it. Well, mostly just take it cause you have no other choice. This is what I've continually been telling myself the last couple of days. Over and over through and through i can't get that little sentence into this thick head of mine. What is it about wanting and wishing that drives us to all insanity until we're content enough to let it go and fret over something else. Can't we just be content with what is on our platter. No, of course not. Because everyone wants what they can't have. Its like when your at a potluck dinner; you dish yourself up a serving of what looks good, thinking this looks nice, this is what i want the most. Then, as soon as you sit down to eat you look to your left to see that so-and-so sitting next to you has something that looks far taster than what is resting on your plate. And you feel bummed out, once again. Its silly really,  a repetitive and doltish cycle.

I think next time the clock strikes 11:11 i'll wish for some instant oatmeal. the kind in the little paper bag. preferably strawberries and cream flavored. Because a PB sandwich just doesn't sound as good anymore.
here we go, go, go again.

yours truly, nolle.