The Cadbury Cream Egg Hypothesis

I find that a lot of my girl friends and even some of my guy friends find themselves in the following situation:

Sally and Jim have been dating for almost 3 years now and Sally is starting to feel a bit neglected.  Jim doesn't compliment her anymore, or try to romance her and doesn't put much effort in to impressing her.  Their relationship has fallen into a comfortable slump.  There is not much need to try anymore because there is the guarantee that the person you're with will just always be around so what's the point of buying her roses or telling her she's beautiful? Right? WRONG.
Now Sally can choose a number of paths which could include cheating or ending her relationship.  But if she really loves Jim, she will have to acknowledge what I like to call "The Cadbury Egg Hypothesis".

You see, Sally is being a Hershey Bar.  Hershey Bar's can be found at Supermarkets, Deli's, Pharmacies, and so on, year round.  Cadbury Cream Eggs are only available on Easter.  You can't help but crave them because they're not something you see on the shelf every day.  You dream of the chocolate egg shape outside and the creamy orange and white inside (though really, what's that cream made of?) in September-March and then April rolls around and you see the infamous commercial of the rabbit laying an egg.  Your stomach shoots fireworks (think Katy Perry) of happiness and you literally get up and drive to your nearest grocery store and by the boxes by the dozen (I exaggerate a bit). 
Therefore, Sally needs to stop being an oh-so-available Hershey Bar (be less needy, call him less, don't see him every single day or just go out with some friends once or twice a week) and start being a far less available cream egg.  This will create a desire in Jim because he will start craving some not so available Sally. 

Moral of the story: Be a Cadbury Cream Egg.

The NYC Subway really grinds my gears.

So...picture this.

It's 7:30 a.m. You're standing in a dingy subway that vaguely smells of urine and damp dog, waiting for the train. One very devoted musician is standing at a platform across from you blowing on his bagpipe feeling that his music is so beautiful, therefore it is appropriate to play it at this hour in the morning.  And, did you notice it always seems to be the same tune blaring out of the plaid printed instrument.  You know...the tune you automatically associate with Ireland and Scotland?

The train finally arrives and you can't wait to sit down.  EXCEPT it's packed like a sardine can, and though you believed wearing three sweaters, stockings, two pairs of pants, and a woolen hat were a smart way to fight the cold weather in NY, you are now dripping with sweat against the body heat of your fellow New Yorkers (who incidentally all seem to have a bad case of halitosis this morning).  You reach for the germ infested pole to steady yourself and your massive purse, but quickly pull away as three other clammy passengers' hands awkwardly slide down on to your own.

You come to the Time Square stop and breathe a sigh of relief as the train empties out and you finally find a seat. You sit next to a greasy looking little man who is sleeping.  You notice someone takes the seat next to you.  It is an older woman with crazy looking hair who smells as if she spritzed herself with body odor and garbage.  Isn't it strange how foul smelling people on the train always seem to be "not all there".  She's murmuring something to herself inaudibly as she stares off into the distance, and though you can't quite make it out you swear it's some sort of crazy Mayan magic spell.

The gentleman next to you is starting to lean your way in his deep slumber.  He does the heavy lidded rocking back and forth motion, between dozing off repeatedly and jerking awake.  Suddenly the train slows down and comes to a halt.  There's an announcement over the train's intercom: "We are delayed due to train traffic ahead of us."  The delay lasts about 25 mins.

You finally reach your destination and find out later that day that once again, the train fare has been raised.  "Thank you for riding the MTA."