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| A key to my doom. |
I'm sure that you guys "Ooh" and "Aah" at my bentos consistently. Bright pinks, clean whites, creative and so healthy for you in all sorts of ways - its like a rainbow for your mouth. At least...that's what I thought and soon I found out that I had become addicted and spent most of my hours trying to think up of what to do next. Every lunch hour I would show off my adorable meals to my friends but soon they got used to it and criticized it and I was losing my emotional high. "Is that the best you can do? The Cat in The Hat is totally missing a line" they would say...except I never made a bento like that so I'm not quite sure what happened there. Soon I was an outcast because they were jealous of my amazing food and I knew not where to turn.
I felt that I needed to be better and faster to regain their friendship! I went all around the city just searching for the perfect bento box and after being found underneath the tables at a garage sale whilst I clung to damaged and spaghetti-stained Tupperware I knew that I had a problem. It wasn't until I attempted to build my own bento box that my breaking point had come, I was just trying to neatly pack everything and then...(this is so hard to finish typing) the chopsticks snapped in half...in a panic I went to search the pantry for more and spilled the soy sauce everywhere! What happened next is too horrible to tell you - but I will tell you this; I am now typing this with my tongue. Not only is there cat dander on this keyboard...I know that I will never be able to make bentos again! Nobody wants food from "Dandertongue McCattypants" which I assume they will all call me by the time this is posted.
There's a place called "Bento Rehab" for people like me...maybe it will get better soon and I can bare to look at a lunchbox or tempura again but until then I know what I have to do. I'll stand up and I'll state "My name is Bou Shin. And I am a bentoholic."
Happy April Fools Day, everyone! ^^
