That time I ate soap

Thursday, February 27, 2014

I can't even  begin to articulate the emotions I've felt over the past few days as I watched the number of hits on Matt's memorial post skyrocket. What I usually average in blog traffic over the course of 3 or 4 days was more than doubled in less than 12 hours. A few mutual friends caught wind of the post and shared it with their loved ones, who in turn shared it with others. Being able to honor Matt in my small way, with my words, and seeing that it gave a voice to the grieving is overwhelming for me.

Last night I was trying to decide what I should write about next, but all of my ideas seemed hackneyed after writing about something so personal and serious.

Because I'm totally going to tell you guys that I almost accidentally ate a bar of soap yesterday. True story.

In my defense, you shouldn't put bars of soap in delicious-looking wrappers.

Deception.

^^I saw a pile of these babies sitting in the break room under a sign reading "Take one!", and my mind registered nothing but the cupcake on the label. I power-walked with my precious all the way back to my office and greedily began tearing at the paper. Undeterred that the "candy bar" was actually pink, I started to put it in my mouth ...

... and then swiftly had one of the saddest, most disappointing realizations of my life.

WHY WOULD YOU PUT BARS OF SOAP NEXT TO A BAG OF POTATO CHIPS!?

My whole outlook on the world changed yesterday. I trust no one. 


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