As such is one of the downfalls of being an absolute groundbreaker, I often wonder things that no one else seems to have wondered before. (Or, I only looked at the first link, and it didn't answer my questions).
"Can brown sugar dissolve in cold milk overnight?"
This is my first time making overnight oats, so really, I have no idea what to expect. I also don’t know the good milk-to-oats ratio, but troubleshooting is in my DNA.
I either massively fucked up, or am a complete genius, especially for a first-timer.
While preparing these oats, I found that it seemed like they would lack much flavoring. I know that oats are nothing like salad, but for salads, I, like everyone, find that the more toppings included, the better. Keeping in mind that I had no idea whether or not I actually liked oats, I furiously searched my one shelf for answers.
What did I find?
Nothing. But, as they say, genius comes from rock bottom. (Do they say that?)
Either way, I got the idea to put a tea bag in it while it sat in the fridge, hoping it would be infused by morning. I only own mint and Earl Grey, and I figured the mint would clash with the cinnamon I had added (and the earl grey wouldn’t??), so I went with Earl Grey.
Waking up, I started to make coffee and took my oats out of the fridge, my hands shaking in fear of disappointment. Little did I know, it would be a smashing success. I added chopped-up apples and frozen blueberries, and it was terrific.
I had more, but I figured it would be better to save it for tomorrow morning, so later I met up with Lola to get shawarma.
I hope you're sitting down for this, but at the dining hall, I came up with an absolutely fire invention idea.
Waiting for Lola’s shawarma to be made, I began to take in my surroundings. They say it’s good to be in the present, but I have found that I usually do not pay much attention to what's around me.
Today though, I really did look. I glanced around, and the milk machine called my name. I appreciated the cow photo and the overall design; it felt right.
This got me thinking about milk dispensers, something that usually does not cross my mind.
I stood there for a minute, and then, the genius struck. I thought to myself; there should be a milk dispenser where to get milk, you squeeze silicone udders instead of the usual push-down method.
Before you say anything - yes, I’m sure this is already an invention. I feel like most things have already been invented. Still, even if someone else has already come up with this genius idea, I think it should become more common.
Also, I do feel a little stupid because I’ve been wondering how the people who get coffee add milk, only seeing a soy milk bottle by the machine. This grazing cow has been staring me in the face the whole time.
Hindsight is 20/20. At least now, some of my questions have been answered.
Other than a lack of observational skills, some of my faults have been coming into view recently.
Words I can’t spell: attached (attatched), sophomore (sophmore)
I can never decide if I should use amount or number, or effect or affect. I know the rules, but they just don't seem to seep in. Sorry, Ms. Fournier.
What words should be capitalized in a title? I know, but do I? Clearly, I've made mistakes before. It just doesn't always feel right.
If poem titles, book titles, articles, etc. should be italicized, capitalized, etc. This one just doesn't come up enough for me to really care.
These all have clear answers, one Google search away, but every time I try and learn, I lose any and all motivation to try and change.
It's cause I'm a lefty, isn't it?
Jokes aside, writing that statement made me curious. I have distinct memories of going down a loophole with Celeste, akin to my left-handedness, making a list of all the traits we had as a result.
I remembered a few, but I wanted the ego boost from websites like educationandcareernews.com, telling me I am more creative and better at multitasking than my right-handed counterparts.
The second of these benefits, as featured on this website, was that I was in good company. Thank god!
They wrote, "Benjamin Franklin and Henry Ford are listed as left-handed, along with four of the last five U.S. presidents. England’s Prince William is also a lefty. Michaelangelo, Raphael, Leonardo da Vinci, and Renoir made the list, as well." While these might not be my initial go-to's for considering myself in 'good company,' I felt flattered, I guess, that this website told me so.
"Who else is a famous lefty?" I wondered. Other than the presidents, like, who asked? I searched and searched for celebrities I could be proud of, and then I happened upon an article that said Aristotle wrote with his left hand.
Initially, I ignored it, thinking, "It's Aristotle. Who cares?" But then, I wondered, how do they know if Aristotle was a lefty or not? He lived in 300 B.C.
(I was going to write: I assume he didn't write about it because who cares what hand you write with? And then I realized that's exactly what I've been doing. Awkward).
The fifth benefit, according to this same article, was that there is a left-handed club. God. We seem to have nothing better to do, huh? Embarrassing.
It's kind of like this red car meet-up I witnessed yesterday:
A bit extra, but to each their own.
Gonna go try and write with my right hand now.
Violet
