Kellogg's

We ordered more than any of us could ever consume but I’m pretty sure that’s the point. Of this diner. Of any diner? What I mean is there’s no being shy. Well maybe there is if you’re really set on it but I don’t recommend it? Better to start with a chocolate milkshake or something of similar stature then go from there. Follow your instincts. I remember one time our waiter was like ‘I’m here if you need anything’ and there was something about the way he said it, like he really meant it you know? It’s nice when you can feel that in the way someone strings their words together. I didn’t even realize the table next to us was mocking our order that night but perhaps that means I’ve finally achieved some level of ‘ignorance is bliss’? If so I’ll take it. Mistaking someone’s ridicule for flirtation is a big fear of mine though. And I definitely thought he was hitting on our entire table so I’m going to hold onto the ignorance bit for as long as it will have me. Not like I crave being truly ignorant but I do miss not knowing everything. Like if they’re actively ‘online’ or what they ate this morning or what color the lights were at the concert they went to or who they took with them or how they hold their cigarette. Don’t need to know. Does anyone remember what their brain used to be? Like how long we used to wait for our disposable cameras to develop, how it felt close to forever and comparatively it essentially was? I miss that type of anticipation, of not knowing and maybe that’s easy to say in retrospect but I think that’s what made it so satisfying. Separating the prints we fucked up from the rest. A pile of overexposed trash results sounds nice to me right now maybe that’s how you know.