My risqué and dangerous love triangle
By Mercedes Deutscher, Staff Writer
My heart is split between two, and I can’t decide which one to choose.
I’ve been wooed by my childhood love, Pasta. I grew up with Pasta, and we both know each other very well. We have countless memories together, such as the early days when he was just a small macaroni. Oh, he was so cheesy back then!
As he matured, he was lanky fettuccine, putting on too much alfredo. Those were tough times for the both of us. It was so hard to find the true him beneath all of that sauce. Alas, I started seeing him with a new light after our adolescence.
He had gone through so much, from being hollow penne to growing into the slim and tall spaghetti he is today. I would get so jealous seeing him take those side salads out, but I knew in my heart that they wouldn’t last.
Finally, we reunited! We would spend late nights together, watching TV, hanging out in the kitchen. He’s awfully kind and feeds me whenever I am hungry.
I thought that he was the one—that is, until someone else caught my eye.
He goes by the name Netflix, and he is full of excitement! He showed me a whole new world of laughter. Soon enough, we were in bed together, under the covers and fooling around.
There is a sense of danger to Netflix. Once I was late for class because I lost track of time when he was showing me serious documentaries. For a while, I developed a meth problem with him—thankfully that subsided when we finished watching Breaking Bad.
Once, I was spending time with my dear Pasta when Netflix showed up on my screen. While neither of them caught on to each other at the time, I was terrified.
To try to relieve my guilt, I started eating Pasta more and more, and that worked out for a while. However, while spending time with Netflix, it couldn’t be ignored that I had gained some weight.
Pasta also noticed that I was spending less time in the kitchen and more in my bedroom with my laptop. He was still onto me, even with all of the extra seasoning I gave to him.
I’m afraid that if I don’t choose one, I will lose them both. But who do I pick? It’s so difficult to imagine living without either one of them. On one hand, Pasta has always been there for me, even when I was a little girl. But Netflix has so much excitement and variation to him.
Perhaps I can hold on to both of them for now.