4/22/2005
Canned Spaghetti
My friend MK always has a way of putting things into perspective in a way that even I can understand. One of my favorite revelations she has shared is about disappointment. And she always begins the story with "ya know, it's just like canned spaghetti..."
We’ve all been to the super market and bought a can of spaghetti at one point or another. You bring it home. Open it up. Pour it into a bowl. Maybe zap it a bit in the microwave. When you finally take a bite, it is not going to taste like gourmet spaghetti. It is going to taste like spaghetti from a can. No amount of salt and/or pepper will change that. Not that there is anything wrong with canned spaghetti, but it is what it is. And you have no right to expect anything more (regardless of what the label said) because you knew when you bought it that it was spaghetti in a can.
All too often I make this mistake with people. I over look the obvious and take for granted that they are all that they claim. In the end they are what they are. But once you are invested it is a disappointment to always be left with nothing but slimy noodles and tasteless sauces. At that point your only option is toss it. And find something better.
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Anna Matronix, I respect your right to have an opinion. With that said, I would now like you to print it out, fold it in five corners and shove it in the orifice commonly known as you ass.
Also- you should try getting out more. If infact you have truely been in isolation for 7 years, you have lost touch with reality as a result of it. That is assuming at some point you were indeed acquainted with reality. Furthermore, all you know about me is that I like to write about things that may possibly be funny to others.
And that is all I have to say about that.
Man, Irish. Did you shit in this heffers cornflakes or what?
Personally, I am addicted to Chef Boy-Ar-Dee's sphaghetti, and the beefy ravioli.
Of course it doesn't taste anything like regular spaghetti.
But where else am I going to get canned-artificial-goodness with that biting aluminum/tin aftertaste?
Ahhh...the taste of it!
Nicole, the' ain't nuthin' wrong with canned spaghetti. Like bookend pointed out "no expectations equal less disappointments."
Tori, word.
HD, I am glad to see I'm not the only fan of irony. But let this one die sweetie. Canned Spaghetti seems to be getting better at his disguising himself.
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