At the end of it all

If you live in bum-fuck nowhere, you might not have any Vietnamese people near you.
If you live in bum-fuck nowhere, you might not have heard of Vietnamese noodle soup called Pho.

This is what Pho looks like:

One in the pink...

The great thing about where I live is that they serve Pho in every possible plaza and that’s a good thing since I love eating Pho. If you eat it enough, you start learning the subtle differences of how it tastes during the day.
I think that the worst time to eat Pho is in the beginning of the day while the best time is late in the night. No, this has nothing to do with 3 am post-clubbing food tasting better – No.

The simple reason why Pho tastes better at the end of the night is because the broth has been soaked in beef for the entire day. If you’re a beef lover like me, this is two thumbs up. If you’re a vegetarian like Dhalsim from Street Fighter then you probably don’t care.

At the same time, as much as I love Pho, sometimes I don’t feel like eating it. My other favorite dish is sushi.
Specifically, I like eating sashimi – a whole fucking boatload of it:

Aye Captain. By order of thy Queen, it is my duty to rid this vessel of unruly sashimi. I banish thee to my belly!

As anyone who eats sushi can tell you, the best time to eat sushi is when it’s nice and fresh. It’s probably not a good idea to eat sushi when it’s been out for a while.

So, what did we learn today?

Some things are at their best early while other things are at their best late.

Naturally, this is the part where I link everything back to relationships.

I met a girl a long time ago, when I was young, naive and wore cordoroy. Upon our breakup, this is what she said to me:

“You’re someone I wish I met later on in my life as you have the qualities I want in a husband. I’m just not ready for a long-term relationship right now. I’m young and I want to have fun. Plus, your cordoroys are fastly going out of style.”

I met a girl not too long ago who showed me her picture when she was younger. Just like Glee, she was a classic case of something starting off strong but then slowly fading as the hands of time marches forward. It was safe to say that her best days were behind her. Her career is going nowhere, she has nothing to show for her years and her looks were slowly fading. That’s when I said to myself:

“She’s someone I wished I met earlier, not now.”

Today’s topic is uncomfortable and frustrating because it’s out of our hands. For you slow-minded chaps out there, today’s topic is about Timing.

Echoing Ben Stein once again, Time is the Master of us all.
Among all the things that matter to you in this world, money, health, the Sex and the City Franchise – they all take a back seat to Time.

Your money will eventually run out, you will eventually die and those four New York girls will eventually be the new cast of “The Golden Girls”.

This one stream of thought has captured Pho, Sushi and the Golden Girls. Old sushi.

Nobody is above time – even the greatest civilizations and rulers are all at the mercy of Time – The Roman Empire eventually fell, the Incas fell and who knows, maybe the Catholic Church will fall some day.

So what makes you think love and romance is above time?

That’s what we try to do when we love someone else – we fight time.

This is why people say shit like “I will wait for you for an eternity” or “Our love will live forever” – they’re fighting time.
It’s romantic because you’re fighting the inevitable – that we’ll all eventually die. That’s why people like writing their names on trees and on the Eiffel tower – so that somehow, they will live on forever.

I guess the reason why I’ve been thinking about time lately is that someone special to me is leaving shortly. She’s off to another country and she ain’t coming back. I know that we don’t live in the 15th century where it takes 6 months on a merchant ship inhabited by cockney accented sailors who dabble in casual homosexuality and scurvy to reach another continent but for some reason, I’m pretty sure that she’ll forget about me.
I know that time marches on and that I’ll get over it – I just preached about it.

I just wanted to tell her that I’ll keep her in my heart
and when the time is right
I’ll let her out

Enough of that.

All this talk about time goes to show how lucky people are when they get married (and stay married)
I always think about timing when I’m standing at the church watching people get married
Such lucky bastards – there’s not enough push ups, CFAs or girls you can do to get the timing just right.

This sucks for control freaks – which is why people like to panic when they hit their mid 30′s and they’re still single. Some people are sushi and some people are pho.

All this talk about food is making me hungry

Time to eat.