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The Taxi Paradox
My friend, Aya has this paradox he calls "The Taxi Paradox". Actually, it had another name but I just couldn't remember what it was, so I'm calling it the taxi paradox. He states "When you have a lot of money to spare for a cab and you're in a hurry and need to get somewhere rally fast, there are no taxis anywhere. However, when you ain't got no dough, taxis seem to be sprouting like daisies right in front of you."
The taxi paradox can also be used to explain my situation right now: I've got to lose a couple of pounds before Friday for a photo shoot and I just can't stop stress eating! I've scarfed down carbs, fat, sweets, chocolate and other horrible unmentionables and all the while I hate myself for it. If this doesn't start an eating disorder soon, I'll voluntarily declare that I have one.
It's the same case when I was younger. I used to crave for real love, the whole romantic "sweep me off my feet and name stars after me" kind of relationship. All I got were hot one night stands and a lot of phone numbers. Then, when I got a little older, I gave up on the fairy tale and just wanted to enjoy the hot mindless, passionate and animalistic stranger sex I was getting. It was at that time that I started meeting men who wanted to sweep me off my feet and the whole shebang.
I say, the world will screw with you no matter what. No use in complaining and no use in bitching about it. Ride the tide and enjoy what you got. Eventually, you'll get what you really want.
The taxi paradox can also be used to explain my situation right now: I've got to lose a couple of pounds before Friday for a photo shoot and I just can't stop stress eating! I've scarfed down carbs, fat, sweets, chocolate and other horrible unmentionables and all the while I hate myself for it. If this doesn't start an eating disorder soon, I'll voluntarily declare that I have one.
It's the same case when I was younger. I used to crave for real love, the whole romantic "sweep me off my feet and name stars after me" kind of relationship. All I got were hot one night stands and a lot of phone numbers. Then, when I got a little older, I gave up on the fairy tale and just wanted to enjoy the hot mindless, passionate and animalistic stranger sex I was getting. It was at that time that I started meeting men who wanted to sweep me off my feet and the whole shebang.
I say, the world will screw with you no matter what. No use in complaining and no use in bitching about it. Ride the tide and enjoy what you got. Eventually, you'll get what you really want.
