McFlurried by Request

So today was one of those days. Stressing up to way high *hand above my head and hovering in mid air* about life and the rest of my life, I let someone else tell me what to do (which I don't do very often). I was requested to go to McDonald's and get myself a McFlurry. They had four kinds and since Easter just passed, they still had the Cream Egg McFlurry (that's what I got).Anyway, I let someone else tell me what to do because for just that once, I didn't need to consider the "what if's". Besides this delicious cup of dessert going to my ass, hips and breasts ... I didn't have to concern myself with thinking about anything else.

Baring that in mind, when it comes to the rest of my life...especially now, that I am trying to have control over. Why? Because as delicious as this cup is going to be, and despite how trivial of a request it was, if there is one thing I can control, is the rest of my life where I can choose to let people into and kick out. And I know I regard his request as trivial, which I know he won't see as much since I actually listened, but that was something I was able to give him power to control. And the fact that I gave him that power to tell me what to do (by listening to his request), I know, that I will be okay. Eventually.