For the last thirteen years or so, I have found myself dining at the Heartbreak Buffet. It is run by this demon called fate and he loves to load my plate up to overflowing with all of his creations.
Bernadette, he says, I see that you have this small space on your plate empty. Come here my dear and try some of my troubles at the office stew. It is guaranteed to give you indigestion.
Oh really Bernadette, you haven’t had any feelings of hopeless in so very long, here is an extra helping just for you.
And just for good measure please take a triple helping of my powerless to change the situation pudding.
Now don’t get me wrong, every once in a while I sneak over to the House of Happiness. They serve the very best buffet: Peaceful pasta, irritation free ice cream, smooth sailing steaks, etc.
But that old demon fate finds out that I have deserted the Heartbreak Buffet and comes after me and rudely pushes me through the doors of his diner.
I am back at the Heartbreak Buffet this week but no matter what he makes me eat I am going to take this advise:
Wishing you many meals at the Happiness Hotel,