Soup as Metaphor for Life

By woo

Lunchtime. I know there is celery in this soup, lurking at the bottom; despite being a tomato soup, there are unmistakable signs that celery has infiltrated the broth. I dislike celery almost as passionately as I loathe pineapple. And blue cheese. And anchovies. And those ghastly chocolates with orange or strawberry cream centres.

But I digress.

My point was that I know there is celery in this soup. However, I am choosing to ignore it because I am hungry, skint and idle* – all factors conspiring to make it highly unlikely that I will get up, throw this away then go out and buy something else to eat.

The trick is to sup my soup with extreme caution. If I just continue to skim the liquid from the top without disturbing the dodgy lower layers, then I may be able to evade the celery ‘floater’ which haunts my imagination…

 

* I am also disapproving of unnecessary waste, of course.

6 Responses to “Soup as Metaphor for Life”

  1. azahar Says:

    Life’s too short to worry about celery floaters. Next time ditch the tainted soup and get something you really want.

  2. davidrochester Says:

    I’ve had lunches like that. And life like that, too.

  3. woo Says:

    Azahar – excellent advice. I shall do that next time.

    David – yes, but you are bravely stirring the soup, seeking out the celery floaters in order to remove them with a careful spoon. :)

  4. archiearchive FCD Says:

    Celery belongs in the cellar not in the soup! However blue cheese and pineapple are delectable. Pineapple with ham in toasted sandwiches and blue cheese with port – - -

  5. OmbudsBen Says:

    You do make me feel better about my own compulsions. :) We who make our living in publishing earn our wages due to them!

  6. woo Says:

    Archie – euuuuwwwwwww.

    Ombudsben – I am providing a valuable community service, making everyone else look a little less odd. ;)

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