It has always been like this. Even back in that time at the beginning, when I was surrounded with so many just like me, I had these same thoughts. But they did not carry the same weight- I had not yet begun my life: I was full and I had no knowledge of anything but being full, and I had no knowledge of anyone who did not look the same as me. That was a warmer place, though. This place is rather cold and I have gotten used to it. In fact, if I were to go back to a warmer place, I'm sure the heat would kill me.

This is an excerpt from "Most Mayonnaise Lead Lives of Quiet Desperation," a excellent short story that was posted Monday on J. J. Joe Jr's Weblog. Should you read it? Yes, absolutely.

Here's hoping the author will follow up with "Fear of Growing (M)Old: the Pain of Being a Slice of Wonderbread, Forgotten Behind the Fridge."