I've had a hardcore craving for pineapple for a couple of days, now. Here's the dilemma, however. Though I'm not afraid of commitment, I'm not one hundred percent confident in consuming a whole lot of pineapple. If I'm being totally honest, I just want one or two rings. That's all. I could open a can of pineapple rings, but after eating just a couple, what happens to the remainder of pineapple rings?
I acknowledge that I do possess the "technology" to store the remaining pineapple rings in a plastic receptacle of some sort, but what happens after that? Well, let us think about this. 🤔 I could enjoy more pineapple slices tomorrow or the day after that. The problem with that is a couple of things. One: Perhaps I will no longer crave pineapple after squelching the craving that has been plaguing me for a few days. That's a distinct possibility and therefore the remaining pineapple slices, albeit they'd be contained and kept in the refrigerator, but they'd definitely go bad before the cravings would most likely return. That and, Two: With the amount of clutter within the confines of my refrigerator, there's a more than good chance that the receptacle housing the afore mentioned pineapple slices could and most likely get pushed to the back of the fridge or get buried. (I really need to toss a lot of that shit out.) Even now, as I tap away on this keyboard, I'm speculating that there very well could already be a plastic container filled with what now would likely be green fuzzy pineapple slices. It would not be the first time that had occurred. It's a hell of a shock when you see the container and think "Yeah. I could use a couple slices." But then, when the top is popped either my nasal cavity is brutally assaulted with that rotting stench or possibly, though it's never happened, the pineapple growls at me. Either way, it's a devastating surprise.
I'm not afraid of commitment. I just don't know how committed this craving is.
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