I made myself a sandwich.
it was no easy task.
I flounced around the kitchen, throwing ingredients into a sandwich of my making.
and now it is done.
the sandwich is sitting on a plate in front of my place at the table.
but as I sit here in front of it,
and we have a face off,
my sandwich and I,
I suddenly have no motivation at all to eat this sandwich.
I pick it up and bring it to my mouth and take a bite,
and my arms and my jaw and my soul aches with the effort and I set the sandwich back down and do not pick it back up.
I stare at it some more, and now it is a sandwich with a bite taken out of it.
I attempt to pick it back up, but it does not make it to my mouth this time.
I am not weak, I tell myself. I am simply tired of this sandwich. I am too tired to pick up this sandwich, and I lack the motivation to pick it up and chew it and repeat the process until it is gone.
I have lost the motivation to eat this sandwich, after I worked hard to make it.
and the worst part is,
I'm still hungry.
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