Oatmeal

i find myself eating oatmeal and listening to billy holiday.
The latter is not so much significant, other than it's soft, sweet music that hovers over me. But Oatmeal, it has great significance to me. Oatmeal is the food unknown; no, not the unknown food -- i just told you: it's oatmeal. But the food unknown. I say this because oatmeal is the thing i eat when i have no fucking clue what to eat. This indecision can be brought upon by many things. Today, for instance, as i walked into my home - which smelled like ass because my sister "cooked" again for her fiancee - i had a unknown feeling. Everyone knows that feeling. You're starving but theres nothing, and you're sure that theres actually plenty of things to eat but all of your creative juices have been ringed from you 'til every last drop has been dripped and mopped from the floor to try and prove you've never had any. So what do you do? i dunno, but i know i eat oatmeal. When i feel that weird empty feeling at the pit of my stomach, and it's not due from food or indigestion - no - it's from something else. The midnight (10:00 p.m.) air? The nasty ass smell? West Indian girl playing on the radio before arriving home? 75 for a few days worth of gas? You don't feel down but neither do you feel up. You just are. and making you think about it make you feel even more empty, if possible. Thats where oatmeal comes to play, oatmeal, to me, lets you settle inbetween the i can and can't and gives you the freedom to say "...eh...". It lets you not make a choice. it lets you say "fuck it" to the omniscient "man" in your subconscious mind and promotes your indicision. It, literally, pitches down a hamick in between a rock and a hard place and lets you chill the fuck out. Good job you, you just stuck it to the subconscious man.
Fight the power.