My best friend asks me after I posted the same photo on her wall. So, was it? I ask myself.I think the better question would be what was I expecting?
I think I am making this more complicated that it actually is, and I think too that I should start at the beginning.
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There are two previous occasions where we had come across this cupcake.
The first time, we just finished a VERY hearty meal and there was no way we could take another bite. But looking at them made my mouth water, and I had convinced myself that I was hungry. Luckily, someone wonderful pointed out that it wouldn't be a good idea to get a cupcake. In fact, it was a horrible idea.
The second time was slightly more complicated. We had a lighter meal compared to the first incident--that was no means light, just so I am absolutely clear. We later had drinks--yes, drinks in the cafe and at some point found that there was actually room for a cupcake. But just when we were about to order, a dozen chicken wings from another establishment miraculously found its way to our table.
Sorry girls.
Then, tonight.
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I am quite sorry that my best friend was not with me. But let me tell you about the cupcake. And my thoughts.
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I always thought that the cupcake appealed to me, but I also always knew that it wouldn't be great.
Not only not great, in fact, I knew it was going to be so so.
Why?
1. High expectations - I've imagined what it should taste like.
2. Anticipation - Two. Failed. Attempts.
3. Experience - I've had one cupcake from this place before and it was quite dry.
So there I was, knowing what I knew, feeling that feeling in my gut yet I just went with it.
And after everything. I think to myself, I knew what was gonna happen, I knew it was not worth all the drama. For a fact. What did I expect?
Nothing that didn't happen.
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I can't help but feel that it was all wasted time.
But, oh well.
There really wasn't anything else to do but move on--to what I know would truly make me happy :)
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Past tense?
