So I made cookies
yesterday.
They’re almost
gone now, obviously. I’d like to take
all of the credit, but there are several other fervent cookie-eaters living in
my midst. Even if I were to blame
someone else, I’m not angry at them, as on the day I made the cookies, I gorged
myself with sweet, sweet cookie dough. I
ate so much cookie dough that, technically, I may have made more cookies by
pooping than by baking.
Now that you all
feel unclean, I have a question for you: is there anything besides cookie dough
that is arguably better in its
incomplete state than it is when it’s supposed to be “finished?” Food-wise, I don’t think there’s anything
that can compare. Other desserts have
tasty batter, to be sure, but nobody makes cake batter and thinks “yeah, I’ll
stop here. No need for delicious, warm
cake with frosting, I’ll take this cold, water liquid.” The closest I can think of is sushi, if you
far prefer sushi to cooked fish, but that’s debatable at best, and varies
greatly on the type of fish. Plus, if
you were to count sushi in and of itself instead of as an “incomplete” form of
cooked fish, you’d have to eat bigger chunks of fish with uncooked rice and dry
wasabi powder, and nobody wants that.
Outside of food,
there aren’t many more good answers.
Everything from entertainment to workouts to oral sex are just way, way
better completed than stopped halfway through.
There’s only one thing, other than cookie dough, that I can think of
that’s best when stopped prior to completion, and it’s going to make me sound
super pretentious. Just read back the
part where I talked about making poop-cookies to dispel that impression before
you continue.
It’s life.
Not any given
stage of life, mind you. Babies need to
stop being babies because all they do is cry, poop, and throw up, usually
simultaneously. Kids need to stop being
kids because they’re smart enough that you need to start having awkward
conversations about facts of life with them, but dumb enough that every single
gift shop in the world will hold a plethora of treasures that you have to buy
for them immediately or they’ll cry.
Teens need to stop being teens because unless you’re a teen, they’ll
think you’re a fogey. And us fogies need
to stop being fogies because, hey, they have a point. I don’t know what’s what anymore. I don’t know about the popular music. There’s a guy named Pitbull in music now? I
thought that was a dog! How can a dog make music! Hogwash!
But as a whole,
life is way better in the middle
parts than it is at its unavoidable endpoint, death. For one thing, if you die you lose your
chance to do all of the things you loved in various other parts of your
life. You can’t go to gift shops, you
can’t judge people, you’ll never learn if Marky-Mark is still a cool musician
or not, and you can’t cry or vomit on people.
All of these other activities are a pain in the ass, yes, but they’re
better than death. There are a lot of
theories about what happens to the mind or the soul or whatever after you die,
but we know what happens to the body
after you die. Nobody likes rotting and
bloating with disgusting gasses. Sure,
you shit yourself, which is something babies like to do, but if you’re not a
baby that idea loses much of its allure.
I don’t want to divulge exactly how long I have managed to go without
pooping my pants—a gentleman does not not shit himself and tell—but suffice to
say, it’s been long enough that I feel committed to the lifestyle. In the end, life and cookie dough are the
only things wonderful enough to exceed the worth of their final products. They stand above the rest of the world,
giving each other meaning and value—cookie dough cannot exist without life, and
life is truly worthless without cookie dough.
It’s a beautiful cycle, and I’m happy to be a part of it.
Wait, wait, hold
on. Murder. Murder is way
better if you stop partway through and don’t kill anybody. Most forms of crimes and physical harm, in
fact. Dang. There’s that narrative shot to shit.
"But as a whole, life is way better in the middle parts than it is at its unavoidable endpoint, death."
ReplyDeleteYou have no way of knowing this (rather fortunately for you). :-) Since we don't know what, if anything, happens after death, it could be the worst or best thing we'll ever know (if we know anything after it happens).
And crimes and murder are only better if stopped if you're the sort of person who wouldn't do them in the first place. For a psychopath, stopping is the equivalent of coitus interruptus, so your narrative remains intact.
Interestingly, and I bring this up knowing I'm being pedantic, the idea that being incomplete is generally a bad thing is a Western concept. The Japanese have an aesthetic sense called "wabi sabi" which sees beauty in states of transition or being incomplete.
This was a very nice piece, Sam. Well done. :-)