I may have potentially hit a low point in my life. As rock bottom as I would like rock bottom to be for my time here on earth.
I have become known to my roommates as the "Burger Lady".
"I swear Sam. If I had to pick a food for you, it would be burgers. Give you a burger, and you're set."
This is quite possibly the most disappointing news I could have received of myself. I say this, because I have every bit of history with, exposure to, and appreciation of culinary diversity from multiple countries and cultures, that I should rather be known for my constant search for, and appreciation of fine foods. Instead, I have recently succumbed to the convenience, and practicality of the burger.
As this was pointed out to me by a roommate, I came to the somewhat obvious, yet shocking realization that, burgers = boredom. I eat burgers as a result of my under stimulation, disinterest, and general lack of consideration that my current lifestyle has brought upon me. My work requires little to no thought, I have no life to speak of after the working day is done, and as much as I try to keep reading and seeking interesting news and knowledge, it no longer surrounds me and stimulates me on a daily basis.
The burger comes as a materialization of this lack of creativity, and enthusiasm. I can prepare one with just about anything I have stashed away at home (and in under 15 minutes), and it presents just about every food group that one should get in a meal - whole grain bread, red meat, various veggies, and usually some sort of dairy-based condiment. This, at least, is the excuse I have created in order to justify this boring meal.
I am hopeful that the near future will bring with it my old excitement, restlessness and constantly flowing ideas for jobs to have, places to live, food to enjoy, and general pursuit of life that this most recent part of my life has evidently replaced with tedious days at the office, long evenings at home, and burgers for dinner.
