Junk Food & Coffee

I wrote this in 2008 sitting outside at a local coffee shop. I spent more time people watching than actually getting my work done...I was very distracted.

Junk Food

The fat guy eats Doritos from CVS and drinks the free water from the overpriced coffee house.

He fiddles with his phone thinking searching for someone to connect with … there is no ring on his finger, no spouse?
How does the ring make a marriage?
Does there have to be a baby in the carriage?
It’s all such a sham, such a glorious, beautiful lie.
Perfect on the outside and inside only cries.
A sensational lie, a perfect portrait.
First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes the baby carriage.
The fat guy eating Doritos doesn’t need a kid, he needs to go for a run, then find love, then marriage, then maybe...a baby.
Are we not selfish enough? Are we too selfish.
Why is it that this marriage thing doesn’t work?
Too selfish to truly love, unconditionally.
Not selfish enough & get lost in the relationship and lose the self that makes half of the whole.
the ring does not make the marriage.
The promise? The contract?
How about the actions, the everyday, the everything else?
What matters anymore in this world of love?
Feeling good? Beautiful? Appreciated? Adored? Protected?
Bullshit, really, all of it.
I think I want some Doritos.