As I’m typing this, a can of Campbell’s chunky clam chowder is having its molecules vibrated in a tiny little box in the kitchen. As I was pouring it into the bowl, I was struck by the way it glopped out of the can – with almost the exact same sound and shape as a can of cat food. I thought, “When I am rich, I will really learn to cook. No more of this fast food, no more heat-n-eat, no more takeout or delivery, just nightly meals made with fresh ingredients from interesting, international recipes.”
That thought was immediately followed by, “When and if I am ever rich, I will almost certainly be too busy to have that kind of time.”
This is depressing. Bachelor life kind of sucks sometimes.