Grilled Cheese Aspiration

So I'm playing Sims 2 again. It's a total time suck. I recently discovered Grilled Cheese Aspiration. A Sim with grilled cheese aspiration has wants and needs almost entirely based on grilled cheese sandwiches: Eat grilled cheese, influence someone to serve grilled cheese, make grilled cheese for so-and-so, talk about grilled cheese, serve grilled cheese. Their new greatest fear, which is equal to the fear of fire is to eat a bad grilled cheese. Another fear is to have a bad conversation about grilled cheese.

If only life were this simple. I sometimes wish I had the ability to become interested in something, and devote myself to learning that one thing until I mastered it. This never happens with me. My interests constantly change--I typically become completely obsessed with an idea of something, learn how to do it very basically, and become interested in something completely different. This means I do everything (at best) mediocre, and nothing fantastic. I've made simple quilts, simple crocheted pieces, simple knits, simple cross-stitch, simple clothing sewed with sewing machine, I'm an okay artist, I play very little banjo, I've done a little backpacking, I do all sorts of crafts so lousily that they break the second I put them down because I'm too impatient to learn to do them correctly, I buy exercise videos I only try once, buy things I'll never use again. Tiring.

To go in a completely different direction--the Mission Flea Market here in San Antonio is open on Saturdays, Sundays, and Wednesdays. Don't people have jobs? I went past there today on the way to work and noticed that the parking lot was just as full as it is on Saturdays and Sundays. Maybe if the flea market patrons would get jobs they WOULDN'T HAVE TO SHOP AT THE FLEA MARKET!!!

I wonder the same thing about our library's patrons sometimes. There's this one redneck family that always comes in on weekdays, in the middle of the day. Like the whole family, extended family, and Grandma. The men are all super skinny, the women are all fat, they all have snaggle teeth, and they all smell. One time I was talking to the women and they asked, "Do y'all have any audio books about birds? I think Grandma would like to listen to it while she's driving." I said, "I doubt it, but let me look on the computer. Did you want CD or cassette?" They looked at me like I was retarded and responded, "it's for the CAR." Because apparently in hillbilly world, CD players do not exist in cars. Didn't I know that?

So I think I'm going to get back to playing Sims.

Spread the love (of grilled cheese).

-Rachel Felis silvestrus catus