wandering thoughts

the working life has a tad too much icing. far too sweet, to the extent of being sickly. or is this perceived superficial front actually normal?

i think i tasted too much today.

if you're not intentionally picking out the more expensive gems to buy, you're treating your customers to expensive meals. all in the name of portrayal. the portrayal of a working soul. false, disenchanted and perhaps, lost in the realm of materialism. when did indulging in delicacies and sweet-talking become absolutely necessary to survive? i must have been missing out in all the action and lost my way somewhere.