These photos pretty much speak for themselves when it comes to what the author discovered in the utensil drawer. She is still wrestling with how this all came about — and the reasoning behind who would leave such a tangled web for the next person to handle.
A lot of my spiritual practice is based in laughing at life. If we look around, most of it is wonderful, and a substantial amount of it can be if we simply change our perspective.
In the grand scheme of things, we’re tiny beings who are existing here for essentially the blink of an eye, on a planet hurtling through space, in a galaxy so large it has somewhere between 100-400 billion stars and roughly that same number of planets, and is only one of approximately two trillion galaxies within visible space.
And we get irritated by things like needing to vacuum.
In case you’re like me and want to laugh a little more at the absurdity of life, here is an example to get you started.
I went to get a fork this morning, reached in, and got this.
This, my fellow internet doom scrollers, is not a fork.
This is a utensil-appearing version of all of us, just trying to get through today, and I have questions.
How did it get this way? Did a sick child wake it up at three in the morning, the day it is supposed to be at work with a presentation that is only half done because their colleagues couldn’t get the required information emailed to them even though they’ve had it for at least a month?
Which one of my absolutely not present to what they are doing housemates put this back in the drawer? Did they really not notice? Did they notice and go, “Whatever, this thing looks like I feel and I still have to show up, so does this?” Why does it remind me of how I experience Thursdays, and the third week of the month? Should I put it back?
Sure, I could use it. I mean, technically there’s nothing *wrong* with it. It will stab food, albeit awkwardly. It’s gonna feel weird in your mouth, but it’s definitely not the first thing in your life that’s done that. (Get your mind out of the gutter, I was referring to dental work.)
Maybe the fork is fine, and it’s just that I’m judging it too harshly. Maybe it just needs a week on a beach, a news cycle without the insanity and coworkers that actually do their jobs.
Kasi Krauss
Maybe it’s just too early on a Saturday morning to realize one of the people I live with is clearly inept, was raised with zero awareness of the world they live in and is definitely mentally unstable. I am currently judging their parents, who should have raised them better.
In this moment, though, I am left with perhaps the most important — and certainly most pressing — question of all.
What the hell am I supposed to do with this?
Kasi Krauss is no guru by any stretch of the imagination; she just spends a lot of time distracted by the existential questions in life, and has used much of the past decade and a half trying to be a little less cranky. She can be reached by email at kkfaulkins@gmail.com using the subject line “Balance Point.”
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