When you've had a terrible week, so you treat yourself by making pizza. You intricately arrange the toppings. The sauce...exquisite. You have never longed for something more passionately than this pizza. You cook it. 200 Celsius for 30 minutes. You wait each minute staring into the pizza you love so much.
The oven beeps.
You remove the pizza, carrying it carefully to the plate you have prepared. Suddenly your cat screams at you for no reason and the pizza goes flying.
It lands upside down. The toppings are everywhere.
Sitting next to the bed where your dying loved one lays unconcious, holding their hand, knowing they'll be gone soon and wishing you'd spent more time with them, told them how much you admire them, love them and appreciate everything they have done for you. You say it out loud anyway with tears streaming down your face, hoping and praying they can still hear your precious, heartfelt words. And then, the agony of hearing their last gasp of breath on this Earth...
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Shout out to Coldplay for this answer.
Steam:Quanode
Panic attacks are worse, but let's not go there!
I hear ya with the panic attacks...
Steam:Quanode
Yep!!! But I realize I was never meant to argue, all I say or can remember to say is I DON'T LIKE YOU!!!
The oven beeps.
You remove the pizza, carrying it carefully to the plate you have prepared. Suddenly your cat screams at you for no reason and the pizza goes flying.
It lands upside down. The toppings are everywhere.
Pizza...no more.
And you say it again because you think they didn't hear you and they're like "why did you say that again I heard you the first time"
I've actually done this
When someone says they don't have time for you but will have time for someone else.