It’s like craving a ham sandwich for years but forcing yourself to eat salad because everyone else around you is eating salad and all of the stores only sell salads. But then, you move out of town and you have to go to the store. And there’s so much more than some shitty salads. There’s a wholeass variety of foods you never saw because you were stuck in fucking Saladtown. So of course you rush straight to the ham section of the store because you’re craving it, remember???? But you learn that the entire pig factory burned down last week and all that’s left is the bacon remains. And you’re just like fuck it some pig is better to hog than none. So you just. Fucking forget buying salad and eat the shitty ass bacon. And the shitty bacon is shitty but you still eat it and enjoy it because it’s Fucking. Bacon. But the entire time you’re eating it, you can’t help but think that if you had come to the store just last week. Or if you had ever gone to any fucking store outside of Saladtown. You could’ve had that delicious ham meat but instead you spent fucking yeARS EATING SHITTY SALAD YOU NEVER EVEN LIKED.
For anyone wondering, the context of this post was me reading Homestuck in quarantine rather than in middle school, which was ironically a time where I was invested in choose-your-own-adventure stories
