The world according to an Oreo…

Life isn’t fair. We take this statement and accept the words, but we never truly accept the meaning. We know that life isn’t fair, but we seem to be absolutely sure that at least for ourselves, life should be fair. And in some cases, we feel that the abundance of “bad luck” that has befallen us requires some divine intervention of good luck like winning the lottery to make up for all of the crap we have been put through. This is our idea of fair.

I like to think of myself as a pretty even keel kind of guy. I take the good with the bad, I roll with the punches. Sometimes everything goes my way, and other times, nothing goes my way. That’s life. It’s not fair, but we were never promised that.

But still, even with my current attitude, there are certain things that happen in life that just seem like too much. No one deserves to have something that horrific happen to him or her. You’d have a hard time trying to convince even the most optimistic person that a curse of some sort was not in play.

Recently, I’ve been struggling with the path my life has taken. I’ve slipped out of the groove and fallen directly into the rut. Everything came together in a moment of clarity today when I was trying desperately to salvage some joy in the day by putting all my faith in a package of Oreo cookies. Perhaps that was my first mistake. When I pulled out the first cookie and saw the following, that’s when I knew that the groove was long gone and I was deep inside the rut.
The true pain of this cookie can be seen in the amount of “white stuff” I was given. No, I was not completely denied, but in this instance, I really feel like no white stuff would have been preferable. If you were a waiter or waitress, and you spent 3 and a half hours serving a family of 15, and after handing them a bill for $450.73 and they wrote you a check for $451.00, wouldn’t you rather receive nothing at all instead of $0.27? I think I would…