I am a bookworm. That is just who/what I am. It is one of my life’s great joys to lose myself entirely in someone else’s story, or vivid recountings of events of our world’s collective history. I have the ability to sink myself so deeply in the world of a book, that reality completely falls away, and I am left with only what the author portrays to me.
Sometimes, this level of involvement with my other worlds can lead to some disappointment in my real world. I know that more than once I’ve said:
“I don’t think Mr Darcy would do that, I’m just saying.”
“Damnit, why don’t you have wings?”
“This is one of those situations where I’m pretty sure Ishmael is going to be the only one left standing.”
Yes, to answer your question, I am oft on a large boat, searching for a giant whale, taking unholy communion…in my mind.
I find that sometimes I try to hold myself to the impossible standards of some of the themes of my books. More so even than celebrity lives, or even friend’s lives, for that matter. It’s not just having a man who will ride in on horseback to take me away from the evils of society, or a best friend who happens to turn into a wolf once a month. It’s alllll of it. It’s ridiculous at times, and I know it. The strange thing is, I don’t give a single damn.
I want to be better. Any means and motivation that I can derive from the depths of my library is an acceptable route to this end, no?
Take Shakespeare: In “Much Ado About Nothing”, he delights in the concept of having such good friends in your life, that they’re completely willing to sabotage you to keep you from blocking your own happiness. At the same time, he shows you that the family you’re born with is not always as richly important to your “self” as the family you choose.
If your brain is going to be in the clouds for a few hours, it may as well lift you higher than them as well, right?
For the most part, I am a fairly grounded individual. I value family, friendship, and health above all other aspects of life. I try to surround myself with people who love me for who I am, and I love for who they are. (Best examples? Read any posts from the Miz or Jenn –they EMBODY this belief of surrounding yourself with uplifting people and uplifting them in return.) Not to mention my friends (as seen in previous posts) the Viking, the Navajo, the Gaysian, Broadway Baby (BB for short) the Host, and the Grave Robber. These are my chosen family. They make me better.
I didn’t use to carry myself this way. I was content to simply surround myself with people. Pretty much anyone I found entertaining. Whether or not they were good for me. If it took reading enough novels until something finally struck a chord I was previously unable to hear, so be it. After that, I was the only one left standing in that group.
To that end, call me Ishmael.
No, the Sunday Sweet isn’t made of whale meat. I couldn’t get any on such short notice.
Do not be dismayed, but it’s a healthy sweet. I know, I know, you’re disappointed. Don’t fret my pet, it’s healthy because tomorrow’s post is so dangerously unhealthy, you may need to see your doctor just for having eaten them.
Chocolate Coconut Protein Pancakes
chocolate coconut protein pancakes
Keywords: grill bread breakfast dessert vegetarian
- 1 cup pancake mix
- 1 cup chocolate protein powder
- 3 egg whites
- 3 tbsp coconut oil
- 1 cup coconut milk (not canned)
- pinch baking powder
- 1 tbsp dark chocolate powder
whisk together all ingredients and pour into 1/3 cup increments onto a greased griddle heated to medium.
cook as you would regular pancakes
top with whatever you like, I used melted dark chocolate and coconut shavings.