Ketchup And Falling Planes

Ketchup And Falling Planes

It’s often that we get so wrapped into ourselves and our everyday lives that it overshadows that which really matters. We become distracted, complacent and accustomed to the “daily routine”. Everything starts to be less relevant, an “I’ll do it later” occurrence, priorities are devalued, things are “not as” important anymore. Almost in no time, our surroundings and perception of things are either underrated or has diminished completely; we are unconcerned and jaded.

Just yesterday, I took a trip to the local market. There wasn’t anything imperative that I needed but I happen to be obsessed with shopping and taking casual excursions to grocery stores, as many other Americans; it’s a sickness. Anyhow, I frivolously strolled through the supermarket in circles as usual with no tactic or reason. It seemed purposely that I would always push this grocery cart all the way to one end of the store before discovering that I loosely forgot something on the opposite side. Time (not that I make the most of it anyhow) and energy were wasted but there it was; the ketchup and barbeque section.

I stood there, staring at the perfectly lined rows of ketchup with this cynosural look on my face as if I was house hunting. All thoughts had escaped me, except for my “fate determining” decision; this month’s choice of ketchup. This moment seemed to be “the big moment”! It was like I was there on stage being televised as the world waited patiently, biting nails and with crossed fingers as to which brand of pureed tomatoes I would choose. What a creep? There I was, stuck, with this mountain of a dilemma, should I continue to buy Heinz ketchup or try Annie’s Naturals. What about Del Monte or Hunt’s; haven’t heard much about those? Maybe the organic tomato ketchup would serve me well.

I mean, I really placed myself into what I thought at the time was a complicated situation deserving of fifteen whole minutes of my time, a loss of brain cells and ireful stares from fellow ketchup and barbecue shoppers for blocking their view.

All the while, bodies are still being recovered from the apparent collapsed missing aircraft, AirAsia; relatives have been waiting at the airport for days for love ones that will never return. A woman so blinded by a “potential rekindled love” is afraid to leave her progressing abusive relationship. Race riots protests are unraveling in numerous cities following the unfortunate and nonsensical deaths of young black men in America. Somewhere there’s a child that’s been bullied for so long that he’ll hang himself within the next hour (every seven minutes a child is bullied). There are people trying to figure out how bills are going to be paid after being laid-off. Everyone’s whipped into a frenzy and stocking up on hand-sanitizer, biohazard bags and gloves since news of Ebola has surfaced in the United States. What happens after the Cancer treatments are no longer working?

My most important decision of the day involved a condiment. I have to do better…