Einstein Bagel Monologue
You know what happened when I found out the news that I would be obliterated into nothingness in a matter of minutes? Einstein Bro’s bagels have already been killing me anyways.
See, every morning I woke up with a routine. I could bore you with the details, but I’ll skip to the part where I’d get in my car and drive to Einstein’s Bros at 6:45 A.M sharp, and Einstein (his real name’s George but I like to call him Einstein) would make me a perfect bacon, egg, and cheese on a plain bagel. Then I’d leave with 20 minutes to get to my class. It really wasn’t just a routine. It was a lifestyle.
Cut to me sitting in my car (i’ve already finished the bagel of course) and my phone comes to life with notifications. That annoying “ding” noise on my iPhone sounded like it was relaying a message to me in morse code or something. When I quickly realized I didn’t suddenly become Justin Bieber, but that I was about to die and these people were family and friends in fear, or shock, or anger, or possibly happiness texting me, I immediately turned to that greasy brown paper bag in disgust for some reason. Until then, I’d never considered this, but Einstein’s bagels honestly aren’t all that. They’re bland, sometimes soggy, and often too dense. I’m not blaming Einstein (or George) for this, but rather …show more content…
I’m still alive, obviously. It turns out that the Buddhists were right the whole time and we just get reincarnated, so i’m a human again known as “Justin”. I don’t eat at Einstein’s anymore. Instead, I spend that extra morning time starting a new book everyday. It’s a terrible way to finish any of them, but it certainly allows for me to be excited discover something new, and it feels incredible. As a freshman in high school, I decided to drop everything I knew to learn the aspects of filmmaking and the theory behind it and make some of my own. It became an obsession for me and could only have happened because I willingly threw away routine instead for
See, every morning I woke up with a routine. I could bore you with the details, but I’ll skip to the part where I’d get in my car and drive to Einstein’s Bros at 6:45 A.M sharp, and Einstein (his real name’s George but I like to call him Einstein) would make me a perfect bacon, egg, and cheese on a plain bagel. Then I’d leave with 20 minutes to get to my class. It really wasn’t just a routine. It was a lifestyle.
Cut to me sitting in my car (i’ve already finished the bagel of course) and my phone comes to life with notifications. That annoying “ding” noise on my iPhone sounded like it was relaying a message to me in morse code or something. When I quickly realized I didn’t suddenly become Justin Bieber, but that I was about to die and these people were family and friends in fear, or shock, or anger, or possibly happiness texting me, I immediately turned to that greasy brown paper bag in disgust for some reason. Until then, I’d never considered this, but Einstein’s bagels honestly aren’t all that. They’re bland, sometimes soggy, and often too dense. I’m not blaming Einstein (or George) for this, but rather …show more content…
I’m still alive, obviously. It turns out that the Buddhists were right the whole time and we just get reincarnated, so i’m a human again known as “Justin”. I don’t eat at Einstein’s anymore. Instead, I spend that extra morning time starting a new book everyday. It’s a terrible way to finish any of them, but it certainly allows for me to be excited discover something new, and it feels incredible. As a freshman in high school, I decided to drop everything I knew to learn the aspects of filmmaking and the theory behind it and make some of my own. It became an obsession for me and could only have happened because I willingly threw away routine instead for