seriously. why does it feel so great to eat? why couldn't it feel this great to go jogging? or to read herman melville? why does nothing trump mindlessly chewing carbohydrates for hours? why?
and to those of you who are going to tell me that, indeed, exercise and literature do feel just as pleasurable as eating, say, a doughnut: you're lying. you just are. i refuse to believe you are telling the truth. you are just trying to make yourself believe that those things are as pleasurable as eating because the result of a workout is a toned body and the result of a good book is fields of knowledge, while the result of a doughnut is cellulite.
i think eating is better than sex. you may think i have not had very good sex in my life, but indeed i have. i have had lots of sex in lots of different ways and i'm relatively certain none of it has ever held a candle to an extra large pizza. deal with it.
i like dancing a lot but there's no one to dance with. my feet lie by my side, lethargic and decidedly unhappy.