Words from Dic(tionary)
Again: (adv) another time; once more
It’s all about french fries.
For a very brief season, french fries lost their appeal–they became an afterthought: “Would you like fries with that?”
Having already selected my sandwich of choice and determined my milkshake preference, I had french fries thrust upon me by my server, giving me the sensation that they were trapped in the back, toasted brown, desperately lonely. Matter of fact, in that era, not much care was put into them.
They began to taste like fried sticks.
So you had to decide if you were gonna have french fries AGAIN.
You see, the trouble with the word “again” is that it threatens to become repetitive, bringing sameness to our lives, which causes us to become bored, robbing us of entertainment.
Thus french fries.
Matter of fact, I am not sure they could have survived this season of doldrums if someone had not come along to smear them with cheese, bacon, jalapenos, and I don’t know…maybe even whipped cream. Then french fries gained interest because they brought along friends and a fresh outlook. They were welcome–even flirting with the possibility of bumping the main course.
It’s not that there’s anything WRONG with “again,” but normally when we use the word, our voices trail off into the great pit of despair:
- “I have to go to school … again.”
- “It’s Sunday morning church … again.”
- “I’ve been married for thirty years. I guess it’s time to kiss my wife … again.”
If we don’t do something to spice up the side dishes of our lives with innovation and flavor, having something “again” will never be pleasant. It will become the kind of march to blandness that convinces us that we’ve been cheated rather than blessed.
I’m going to write my essay again …but I’m going to make it cheesy and spicy.