Cherry Pits

Cherry Pits

Juliette put some cherries in my lunch the other day, and I had fun spitting them into the garbage can by my desk.

It's kind of an odd thing, having my wife make my lunch for me. Nice, but odd. The feeling of opening a lunch bag and discovering what's inside is certainly a familiar one, but it's not one I've had regularly in quite a long time.

I've heard people say that all men want to be mothered, that we all just want to be boys again. I don't know to what degree this is true for me, but the possibility that it is true at all is something that I find a bit troubling. Perhaps I'm overthinking things.



All people like being taken care of. It's not a gender thing. Someone doing something like that shows they're thinking about you and they care. It also means it's one less thing you have to think/worry about, because someone else did it for you. What's not to like?

Also, I like the picture. :) The wrinkles in the plastic bag look really cool.

Mike Sakasegawa:

I see your point, but I'm not sure that it's possible to completely separate things like this from the larger social context, which includes a lot of gender-related baggage. Sometimes it means something different for a man to do or say or think something than for a woman to do or say or think the same thing. Which seems unfair, but may be inevitable. At least right now.