I feel dull.
I don’t seem to have that tangy zip that I want. How do I get this zip? I used to have it consistently. Now it comes and goes.
I’ve found that sugar makes me zippy. Caffeine makes me zippy too. Both of these, to me, are fun yet artificial zips…although I love them. I do love them. I don’t want to deprive myself something that I love.
But where is the homeostasis? Where is the plateau? Where is the level headed consistency of zip that I once knew? Where’s the tangy zip??
Perhaps I buried it away into a box with the notebooks of terribly dark and adolescent poetry I haven’t burned yet?
Or tucked it in the portfolios of awful watercolor paintings I attempted (I was never that great at watercolor…too impatient)?
Stuck in between every single piece of paper that lovely #1 ever put a crayon mark on when she was 2?
Maybe it got sacrificed to the thrift shop with the piles of unnecessary shit that I seem to accumulate and purge on a regular basis?
I bet it’s lost somewhere in the Tupperware drawer.
No, I bet it’s been right in front of me the whole time…and all the while I’ve been searching, it’s been growing more and more annoyed that I can’t find it.
Oh, there you are, tangy zip!
Just kidding. I didn’t really find it. I just thought it would be funny if no one could figure out if I was searching for something intangible or the tangy zip of Miracle Whip.