The Plate and the Nonsense

31 Aug, 2025

I work 12 to 8. I bus, I walk, I Uber. I come home late, tired, and still handle what needs handling. Dog out. Groceries put away. Counter cleared.

And what waits for me? Two plates with no names. No labels. No clue. I grab one. Eat it. Next day, I’m the villain because I chose the “wrong” plate.

That’s the nonsense. Not the food. Not the plate. The loop. The guilt trip. The way small things turn into full-blown drama while the actual work I put in gets invisible.

Sometimes it’s not even about being right or wrong. It’s about being tired of fighting battles that shouldn’t exist in the first place.

That’s where I’m at.

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