Everything is a mess.

Well okay fine. That's not true. In truth I can't even say that everything in just MY life is a mess. Mostly because life is designed so that you can't ever have total and utter control over your life, at least not every aspect of it. (Not that you'd want to because hey in my opinion we already spend a ridiculous amount of time worrying too much about the future) And I can't even say that everything that I do have total control over is a mess. So I guess in truth .. it's really not that messy. I just don't like having the plate I balance on my head ever so carefully, suddenly unbalanced. It's not like I can't deal with it, I can't just let the whole plate fall because the galactic lunch lady decided she wanted me to have more peas on the left side of my plate today, or because the invisible green giant chose my plate to take a huge handful of my chocolate cake off of. Generally, you'd assume that having something taken off your plate is awesome. Because it's less to carry and all. But when it disappears off your plate like an enchanted entree at a Hogwarts table, like it was never even there, leaving not so much as a crumb or a little frosting on the plate .. it's actually kind of hard to adjust to. I mean sure, I have lots of food on the plate but what if I wanted that slice of cake? What if I was saving that very slice for something special or because it was my favorite piece on the plate and I wanted it really bad. What then? Nobody asked me if I wanted that slice of cake. It was just taken. Totally gone. When something is being eaten off my cake, maybe because the expiration date is fast approaching or because fresh can be good I'm pretty much okay with it because I know that I can get more and because it's being taken away in small portions, I can sense the plate shifting and adjust accordingly. But what if this slice of cake was special and while I can get another slice of cake .. it won't be -that- slice or from -that- cake. What do I do now.

I guess it's really not messy. There's no pictures of the cake, no smudges, no frosting, not even the fork (or spoon, if one was even used) that stole it away. Maybe the cake left willingly. Maybe it wanted to upgrade from a Spongebob plate to a Silver Platter. I can't really blame it I suppose .. it was a really spectacular slice of cake. I bet it would've been good.

Argh! Now I'm hungry. >.< Damn metaphors.