It all comes down to cake....

It occurred to me today, as I was writing, life all comes down to cake. How so? We like cake. We eat cake. We buy or make cakes for birthdays to make other people feel happy about getting cake. Cake gives pleasure. It unites people at weddings. It inspires people to be creative and something they can look at with pride. People win awards for cakes. Cake can be thrown at people in anger without anyone getting hurt. Cake is guilt free when you’re upset because negative emotions block out fat. Happy emotions also block out fat. Cake pleases and teases. It is gender neutral and colour blind. Cake is the united nations of the food world.   

I wrote cake into a story. How? It’s a long story. Why? See the answer to the first question. Maybe we can talk about it over cake.  

Let me eat cake...

Someone got fired at work yesterday. The response from the office IT dweeb who has never held another job, still lives with his parents and thinks women should be submissive towards men?  Are we getting cake? I looked at him and thought how do socially inept people like this twit get through life? He is frankly disgusting in every thought and action. That he could not see that the person who got sacked was dazed was beyond him. Is it a sign of the times we have these people in the world? The ones who don’t care or see or want to because it’s not happening to them so ignorance means safety? No, I wasn't surprised or upset the person got his marching orders but I’m sensitive enough to realize his world had collapsed and I helped him pack up.    

No, we’re not getting cake.

Why not? Someone’s left. We always get cake.

I promised him I would get the biggest and grotesquely overblown cake when he left.

No, he didn't get it. He never will. 

The cake eaters among us...

“Let them eat cake” ~ Marie Antoinette quote

Yeah, I agree…and if no cake, there’s nothing wrong with ice cream.

Amarinda Jones
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