I awake yesterday morning with the startling resolution that my life has been a long dogmatic list of uncompromising stubbornness, and it could easily be improved through a healthy does of inoffensive moderation. Which I immediately set out to follow, but then stopped myself just in time to wait a good 15 minutes; just for modest measure.
As I boarded the bus to work, I decided that since both the 6:24 am & the 6:31 am bus can get me to work on time, a healthy compromise would be to walk to the next bus stop down from where I usually wait, for a refreshing walk and to catch the later of the two. The 6:31 am bus was running 15 minutes behind schedule, and I was 10 minutes late to work.
At lunch I decided instead of having my usual combination of donuts, fries, and soda, I would substitute it with a moderately healthy diet of apple, mashed potatoes, and green beans (note to self, fruits and vegetables make for powerful laxatives). After lunch, two coworkers asked me to settle an issue of the utmost importance: Who would win in a fight between adult Simba from the Lion King and adult Baloo from The Jungle Book? Although I am convinced that Simba would shred Baloo to pieces (he took down Scar for goodness sake), I instead opted to spare both person’s feelings with a humble, “I don’t know.” A compromise that satisfied no one.
On the way back home from work (taking the earliest bus I could catch this time), a man told me that he desperately needs money to buy himself new pants for work. I humbly gave him $40, and advised him to get a new shirt too, so he can also cover up the needle marks on his arms. Then I slapped his face as compensation (it was the modest thing to do) and got off the bus.
Once home, I informed my spouse about my new found insight and suggested we appreciate it through a moderate dose of coitus. Since it would be unfair for both of us to expect an equally thorough performance, I suggested that we compromise by deciding on who would be climaxing tonight, and then we’ll rotate on a weekly basis; so as not to exhaust ourselves with too much wasted energy. We mutually decided that the most modest compromise would be for me to sleep on the couch tonight.