I ate veal once in my life.
It was at this fancy restaurant that I could only afford with the help of a site like Groupon. You know the type.
I don’t remember much of that meal except that I filled myself up with the far too delicious bread rolls and butter.
I don’t remember feeling anything besides being stuffed and happy.
That’s a sad, hard truth that I like to remind myself of from time to time.
Humans, we do things that are mind-boggling.
Both good and bad.
I always wonder which way it goes however.
Is it more good than bad?
More bad than good?
Glass half-full or half-empty, it doesn’t matter.
There’s still a glass on far too many tables.