If All The Raindrops Were Lemon Drops And Gum Drops.

I spent the day at the library, whiling away at the time by doing a crap ton of work. I was amazingly efficient, and I was producing what I deemed as quality work. Quite proud of myself, I went down into the basement where I picked up some food – Chick Fil-A and a drink – and sat down to enjoy my well-earned lunch. I also grabbed a cookie. I like spices, so I bought a gingerbread cookie. It was shaped like someone had filled in a homicide scene chalk drawing with dough and baked it. Or, that was how I perceived it. I have never had an issue with this. Hell, I’ve made my own gingerbread men before and ravaged their helpless bodies with delicious icing before tearing off a chunk of their leg. Something hit me this afternoon. I was very bothered by this, and I had a sudden urge to uncover exactly what it was in the human nature that made people want to eat cookies shaped like, well, people.

Of course, I didn’t do any actual research. I may one day in the future, but for the time being I am satisfying my craving with ridiculous hypotheses. For example: people eat cookies shaped like other people to quell a subconscious desire to become spontaneously canniballistic and chomp off their neighbor’s hand. Or: the human-shaped cookie cutter was created by a man whose limbs had been eaten by cannibals, and this was his way of getting his story out. Or even: because God likes gingerbread people, sometimes even more than regular people, and certainly more than Britney Spears.

I’ll revisit this topic later on, maybe then with some actual research under my hypothetical belt. Right now I have a little man to attend to…

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~ by posaune on 08 November 08.