I was about four years old and my brother was seven. We were pretty excited because we were going to the nearby Wendy’s for some all American fast food. If you are going to eat slop, this seems to be the chain that tastes the healthiest for some reason. Their meat actually resembles meat!
It was probably my dad that was taking us while mom was at work. His idea of cooking was making me an egg salad sandwich for lunch. He occasionally made breakfast with eggs, ham, and potatoes all in one frying pan. This was the extent. Mom was the chef at our house. As you can imagine our rare trip to Wendy’s was a treat when dad was babysitting.
We got to the drive-thru window and we heard, “Welcome to Wendy’s can I take your order?” Just as my dad was ready to answer his two well behaved children blurted out obscenities! Our idea of obscenities…I was under five and my brother was under eight. I squeezed my head of curls under the seat belt and out the driver’s side window of the brown Monte Carlo to shout out, “I want an order of PeePee!” My brother just shouted from the passenger side, “Don’t forget the PooPoo!” Well, this did not go over big! My dad looked like he was dying with embarrassment! But, somewhere behind his scolding eyes and snarled face we knew he wanted to laugh it off! We certainly thought it was hysterical. Is there anything better than innocence? I know my dad was laughing inside once he heard our belly laughter! How could he not?
Me and my brother have since grown up and don’t yell out nasty things at drive-thru windows anymore. I try not to even eat that fake food. I try not to indulge in any kind of fakeness at all. No fake friends, no fake lovers, no fake family too. I like 100% raw, real, people and things.
Life is full of wasted anger. We spend so much time worrying about what he or she said, and how can “so and so” be so mean? My boss is a jerk, my parents weren’t there for me, and my older sister picks on me. My boyfriend cheated, I work too hard and get treated poorly, and so forth and so on. After the initial hurt and pain that others cause us, why do we continue to waste time worrying or caring?
The people who hurt you were probably not your real friends, don’t care enough about you, aren’t good family members, and, are FAKE. So, why do we waste time on “WASTE?”
My brother and I may have been onto something at very young ages…life is better when it’s fun. Life is better when it’s not so serious. Life will always serve you some PeePee and PooPoo moments to deal with, but you can choose to laugh them away or worry about them until you realize you can’t fix them anyway.
Life is like a “PeePee PooPoo” drive-thru. Order wisely, expect the worst, realize that everyone is full of bullshit, and be thankful that you got the toy in your happy meal. It really is the little things that matter most. And, last but certainly not least, what a waste it is to waste time on waste!!!
