Waffles
December 23, 2021 2:08 pm 1 Comment
How do you know when you’re adulting?
Your friend asks you for brunch at 9am, on a Saturday…and you GO.
I’m not sure it’s totally adulting, but it felt like it because I willingly forwent much-needed sleep without someone dangling a paycheck in front of me! I decided to take advantage of my freedom before the mandates and restrictions changed yet again. We’re living through one of the biggest psy-ops in modern history, that’s for sure. Rumour has it that come Feb 5th 2022, segregation will recommence.
While they debate in parliament today, the politicians will be discussing how many shots of the Fauci-sauce counts as being “fully protected” and getting as many people on the hamster wheel as possible for an indiscriminate, ever-changing amount of time. They’re also thinking of changing waiting/recovery period between shots to a smaller gap…which in my experience, is a disaster. 
At this point, many people are waking up to ask wtf these people are trying to do to the community. QR codes, rules, bans from venues unless you disclose your private medical info to nobodies…Many people are realising this is looking like it’s not about your health.
I hadn’t seen my friend for months so I tried to look nice and I met up with her at the nearest mall because she had a huge drive ahead of her and it was on the way. I did girlie/ladylike adult things that I usually do begrudgingly and fast. I went to the make up counter and played with 6 lipsticks in front of a mirror with lights while my friend browsed expensive (and ugly) shoes. I bought nailpolish (nail varnish) and a Christmas toy for my mum’s fur baby. Then we walked around saying things were cute and trying to find a place to have this…brunch thang.
We couldn’t get a table at the cafes. The seats were all taken; elderly people, couples on breakfast dates, lone men in tradie outfits shovelling down scrambled eggs after a shift, and some families with kids yelling about the cakes in the cabinet. Nightmare.
We walked some around more, like circling sharks. Then (finally) a couple was leaving their table and we sat down.
So…What do you order for brunch?
Apparently overpriced poached eggs and avocado on weird-shaped toast, things like that.
I got the waffles. With strawberries, icecream and maple syrup.
They weren’t the best I’ve had, but they were better than what my friend was eating. I’m not mature(?) enough to go to a place and order something that I can make at home for 3 bucks when they’re charging 14. Cynical? Frugal? Just a stubborn fatty with bad eating habits?
Look, just give me the waffles.
To cement the nature of a real brunch, we discussed superficial topics, and then really meaty ones that made me look around at everyone else and say to myself “Shit, guys, we really ARE adulting.” Is this what the real world does on a Saturday when I’m a home perpetually cleaning, my favourite streamer in the background, yelling hilarious shit for 2 hours? There are reasons I don’t do things like brunch : ew people. ew weather. Ew, I spend money every time I move. And let’s not forget the fact that my bed time is a constant 2am. The was, however, something nice about realising I was ‘doing life.’ Everyone around me was on their way somewhere or taking their spouse out for a cheeky breakfast and about to spend the day Christmas shopping. It was routine for some, a day out for others and whatever people were doing – it’s life.
I wonder how the segregation will look in February. Will I miss things like this? HA! Probably not, but a government shouldn’t be able to prevent people socialising with others because of a status they’ve assigned people based on how fast they jumped through the latest hoop. Humans are social creatures who need to be around others for our our mental health and to exchange microbes etc and support an immune system. Tribe-mentality and sense of belonging is also a psychological topic that can be used to create these realities…so some people don’t realise they’re actually being herded or coerced.
This Coof protocol is a psy-op on many levels…and most of these poor suckers don’t even see it.
That avocado sure was nice though, huh?
TLDR:
*I wore awesome glass slippers. See pic. 😁
*brunch means weird shaped toast and avocado.
*I ate waffles.
*Elderly people like brunch a lot.
*Rona segregation is poised to begin again.
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1 Comment
That was great….enjoyed reading about your brunch and shopping with your friend. I am not a big fan of shopping myself. But glad you enjoyed it and got to spend time with another human being. You should consider having the term “Fauci-sauce” patented….that was a stand out term and could make you rich…soon…as we are all sick of the new world we are finding ourselves in….but your outting seemed a trip into somewhat a normal day….with other adults….( but are they really? ) Maybe they are all just like you, your friend and me…trying to make sense of all this.
GOOD JOB!
Love you!