Refrigerator Blues

 
There are times when it's good to be hungry because you know without a doubt what you want to eat.  Whether it's steak or pizza or pasta or casserole or soft, warm freshly baked bread (with butter) or anything chocolate, you're glad to be hungry. You've been waiting for that special meal or snack or dessert ALL DAY! Your need can be satisfied by something you want.
 
But there are other times when those hunger pangs strike and you have no damn idea what you want to eat. 
 
Beef? No. Chicken? No.

Soup? Salad? No. No.

A sandwich? No.

Yogurt? Fruit Cup? Pie? Cookies? Brownies?
No. No. No. No. No.
 
You really wish someone would invent The Food Pill! Yes, The Food Pill! That remarkable breakthrough of modern science that curbs hunger and satisfies the body's need for nutrients without the hassle of actually figuring out what you want to eat! The Food Pill: It's FOOD...in a PILL!
 
But alas, there is no Food Pill. Your stomach rumbles. It's complaining about your brain's indecision. "C'mon, it's not rocket science. Send something down here. Anything! I don't care!"
 
So you drag yourself unwillingly to the refrigerator and open the door.
 

 
 
And you stare.
 
And you stare.
 
And you stare.
 
There's nothing in there. Well, actually, yes, there is. But nothing trips the old dining imagination, nothing sets off any culinary desires. So you close the door.
 
You look around the kitchen, half heartedly opening various doors to various cabinets, some of which actually contain some kind of food-like substance. But nothing you want. You don't want anything.
 
Your stomach protests. "Ah, c'mon! You're killing me here! Literally, I'm starving. Send something down here, dammit!"
 
What to do? What to do? Lacking any kind of answer to that question, you go back to the refrigerator and open the door.
 

 
And you stare.
 
And you stare.
 
And you stare.
 
It's been, what, 2 or 3 minutes since you last looked in there. To your frustration, nothing has changed.
 
You close the door and you just stand there.
 
What to do? What to do?
 
Your stomach rumbles.
 
You open the refrigerator door again.
 

 
And you stare.
 
And you stare.
 
And you stare.
 
No, still no changes. Nothing's moved.
 
And this cycle continues a few more times.
 
Open.
 

 
Stare.
 
Close.
 
Repeat.
 
But know this: even in your despair and your frustration, each time you close and re-open that refrigerator door, knowing full well nothing's going to change, you are experiencing something positive, some reaffirming.

This, my friends, is hope. 

Hope that even though each time that door is opened you will experience the exact same result, there is a tiny spark that something may be different THIS time. This time, something will appear that will inspire your appetite.

Yes, this....



...this is hope.

Or insanity.

The End
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No, wait! You're still hungry. Hey, there's leftover Chinese food in the fridge. I'm sure it's still fine. 

OK, now....The End.
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Postscript: Er, really, really sorry about the food poisoning.
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