After an emotionally draining day at school - dealing with the one I love, the people I hate, and the people I just don't give a damn about - at least I can go home and be confident in the fact that if I stir my pancake mix enough all the lumps will go away and the consistency will be just perfect. It's such a comfort.
Why can't life just be like one big bowl of pancake mix, where I can adjust the consistency just like I do at home? Well, life kind of is like a big bowl of pancake mix. But it's the kind of lazily mixed pancake mix that has lumps everywhere. Inconsistent.
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