Baking Recipes Are Like Love

A couple weeks ago, I baked a strawberry layered cake. Just putting this out there: if anyone has any great baking recipes they wouldn't mind sharing with me, feel free to write back :) Anyways, not trying to tie this to an emotional relation but, baking made me think... baking is so much like love. It takes time, effort and messy work. I honestly feel that the most common factor that baking and love share, is how tedious it is. It becomes such a drag. All the mixing, all the steps you have to follow. Also, it's straight out of the book. You have to follow the recipe. In love, it's like, you have to do this, you have to do that. And if you don't follow the steps properly you're supposed to end up with an ugly, bad tasting result. Like, are you serious? Why does every relationship have to be cookie cutter shaped? Why is it that when you don't follow the recipe, it's wrong? Shouldn't we just consider it improvisation or a step forward? Ugh, sorry... i had to let it out. Whatever. the strawberry cake was good.

Love. Is it truely emotional?

Some say love is for fools. Others say it's that feeling you get when you meet that special someone. I used to think both were right. Because they tie into each other. When you feel that emotion some say is love, you feel like a fool for believing in something beyond normal. Beyond you. But now, i can't bring myself to believing in love at all.

Usually, between the ages of 12 and 20, people go through 'changes' that somehow expands their understanding. Honestly, we're being naive. We forget about probability. We just push and push to try to make things happen. If you think about it, it's not emotional at all. Its physical. The usual 'deprivation of sleep' and 'heartache'. I know what you're probably thinking- oh come on! But it's real! That pain in you're chest when you know you cant have someone. That time you waste staying up because you want them so badly. It's heart breaking. It's heart breaking until you're hearts finally broken.

Next, the aftershock. Like the next earthquake after the killer. Also known as side effects. Sure, listen to screamo or something heartbreaking probably by Taylor Swift. Starve or over-eat, Hide the tears or belt them out. Accept or turn-down the pain. Fake the smile or admit something's wrong. You'll be lying either way- because more than just 'something' is wrong.

Lastly, the memory. It's hard burning away parts of you that have been written down on lined paper. But it sucks even more when you realize the time wasted. You crawl back into normal life- lonely and solemn. But then when you think you're okay, you're burnt away past repeats itself. Then, we realize that the 'emotional feeling' we call love, really is only a routine.