I entered this in a contest. I didn't win, but I wanted to share this. I don't have these thoughts too often anymore. Not because I am cured of my craziness. I'm just too depressed or work too much to have time to think about things like this. I miss the days when I could afford to be worried about what others thought and ponder the afterlife. Oh well. Here's what the words "Breakfast in Bed" make me think about.
Breakfast in Bed. A flood of nausea rushes to my stomach when I think about this. Breakfast in bed is romantic. I never serve my wife breakfast in bed. It's not because I don't love my wife, I just have so much going on that I often don't even realize I have a chance to be romantic. I work every other weekend and she works every week day. That means I have a chance to be cute every 12 days. When our days off line up, I just want to lay in bed. My tired mind craves rest and won't think about grasping the chance to show her how I love her with any kind of breakfast gestures. I love my wife. I could ramble off all of the things that I do for her to show this, but I realize that it wouldn't matter. This isn't about me proving my love for my wife. This is me struggling with insecurity. Breakfast in bed is just a trigger for my insecurities. It could have been any phrase like "speak in front of the class" or "order a pizza." I am a ball of insecurity and I have to cope with that every day. Other people feel this way as well. If everybody feels this way, we should all be able to relate. One day, I hope we all are able to be understanding and then maybe we will be able to serve other people Breakfast in Bed.
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