Look, at some point, everyone is on a diet. Okay, not everyone, but lots of people. We’ve been on diets. And it’s annoying to have someone make delicious cinnabons for the office and not be able to eat them. It’s irritating.Â We get it. We’ve been there. But sending out notes like this one just makes it seem like you don’t understand that you’re still going to die.
You are going to die. Eat the cinnabons, don’t eat the cinnabons, it’s coming.
You are going to die even if someone brings in all the cinnabons and you eat none of them because you know they are poison and you inform your co-workers that they are bringing poison to the office. You’re right, by the way. They are poison. If you eat a lot of them, you will probably die more quickly than you otherwise would. It’s been pretty much established that those people on restricted calorie diets are going to live to be 700 and will lord over future generations like a terrifying race of Struldbrugs (properly called Struldburgois?). Here are some other things that will up your chances of dying an early death.
Doing all the heroin.
Going out in public, among people who might kill you.
Being a rock star
If you are engaged in some bizarre competition where there is a major pay-off for simply surviving the longest, you should do none of these things. You should stay in your room eating raw organic vegetables, consuming a minimal amount of wine (although no doctor recommends that you take up drinking, because the risk to your liver can outweigh the pay-off, so, never mind that, sorry, sounded fun) abstaining from sex and interactions with strangers. You will live forever, and your life will be miserable.
It will be a life without cinnabons.
And for all people seem to want to liken fatty foods to crack or other drugs, people who do crack often become weird and unhinged and do some things that they would likely not consider otherwise. They also contribute a lot less to the overall well-being of society as a whole. I guess what I’m saying is that I rarely hear of people sucking dick in alleyways for Dairy Queen blizzards – though, forÂ the people who go that far for their love of cookie dough and ice cream, well, I salute you.
And there are really so few things that are so pleasurable as eating delicious food. Or, at least, so few things that will not kill you faster. The people who are bringing it into the office aren’t trying to kill you, they’re trying to get you to partake in one of life’s pleasures alongside them.
I’m going to rip off The Dead Poets Society a little bit here and say that the healthy food and moderation the note-taker mentions keep us alive, but cinnabons? Cinnabons are what we live for.