… for life.
If the office buys Pizza. There is a ten minute window from when the pizza is placed down on the counter top of the kitchenette to when people (and mostly I am referring to myself here) are allowed to start going back for seconds. The clock is ticking…
If you have drifted aimlessly towards the ambrosia after having dilly-dallied at your desk after the announcement is made you’re not allowed to be sad that there’s nothing left. (Also ignore the fact that Joey, by this stage, has his paws on the counter and is snuffling away at the crumbs of feta stuck to the cardboard like an aardvark in an anthill)
You are an uncommitted malingerer who deserves to go hungry.
In fact, this is probably a metaphor for your entire life. (and why you are where you are)
Also, your glacial approach to to the fulfilling your lower order Maslowvian needs speaks to an anti-Darwinian approach to life. I’d pencil in both those observations to talk to your therapist about. And then maybe mention it to your life coach while you’re at it.
Rule #1 of 13 can here found