A lot can be said about people when falling in line at the order counter of McDonald's. There are those that know what they want to order; others change their minds at the last minute; and an unfortunate number cannot afford what they really want, so they're stuck with something else. I have been all three. It's a beautiful day when I crave for a quarter pounder and that's exactly what I get. It's a mess if I crave for a quarter pounder and end up getting the chicken-spaghetti meal, just because the pictures made me change my mind. What would happen is, even if I got satisfied with the chicken and spaghetti, I'd always wonder how I'd have felt had I ordered the quarter pounder that was in my mind in the first place. It's hell if I want a quarter pounder and all I can afford is a cheeseburger (not the cheeseburger meal; just one cheeseburger).
In life, there are people who end up exactly what they've always wanted to be; there are those that wanted to be this, but discover later that they want to be something else; and there are also those that could never be what they want to be, because they do not fulfill the necessary requirements to attain that goal. I have been all three. However, to avoid embarrassing myself, I will not divulge what it was that I wanted and successfully attained, what I thought I wanted and ended up satisfied with something else, and what I could never be or have. Besides, that is not the reason why I'm writing this anyway.
I'm writing this because after having been all three, I am now irreversibly one of the fourth type of people waiting in line at McDonald's. These people are perhaps rare to come across, but not as uncommon as you think. These are the people who, while they might be in line, are not really intent on ordering. They're just there because it's a necessity to eat, and not because they crave for a specific meal. In life, these are the people who have no sense of direction. And I (yes, bitch) am one of them.
It isn't all that bad. When you have no sense of direction, you are in no particular hurry. When you are in no hurry, the less things upset you, if at all. When nothing upsets you, people think you're wise, that you're above them. In a way, you are above them. People sometimes bitch about not getting the correct change at the counter, or being asked to wait for their order, but you, you don't care. And when you finally get your turn to order, you can either ask for something instantly or take your time, oblivious to the people behind you, because you can never hate yourself whether you get a quarter pounder or spaghetti or chicken or end up stepping out to see what Jollibee has. In the same regard, you can write something totally pointless and not even fini
