As alluring as a mermaid singing!

A new realization.
A Saturday afternoon realization.

Urban human beings XXI century have another addiction, apart from the SEND/RECEIVE button compulsive clicking so called HEO (Heavy Email Obsession). It is the Purposeless Fridge Opening Action (PFOA).

There you are at home, usually doing not much, probably sitting in the sofa, pretending to be entertained watching TV or listening to music, or something. You watch around and everything is unstably OK. Terrifyingly quiet. It can't be that normal. There must be something happening. And there, RIGHT there, you feel it. You need it. You cannot stop it: an unbelievable urge to stand up and head to the fridge, which has been secretly calling since that last coffee you drank 5 minutes ago where you open it to take the milk out and pour some drops in the cup.

You open it with a sudden move as if you were trying to surprise the tomatoes talking to each other, or the eggs dancing disco music in the door. But NOPE! Nothing, it is all the same. And you cannot help it but to feel a little sad. However, you take a last look to see if in this treasure cooling box you find anything that tempts you. Of course you do not find it, and you come back to the sofa.

Two minutes after, you still cannot believe that nothing tempted you. That nothing caught your attention. Therefore you stand up and quickly go back to the XXI century coffer and you open it again. Tomatoes are not talking, eggs are not dancing, and surprisingly enough the leftover food from last night is still in its Tupperware, WITH the lid on (but it does not tempt you at all).

And again the same deja vu: looking for something that tempts you to amuse a little bit the unbearable normality that is attacking your afternoon. The difference is that this time you knee to look into the vegetable compartment, there might be some piece of chocolate that slipped from the top shelf into the green section. NOPE, there is not.

Close the door. Go back to the couch. Finish your coffee and stop thinking of the fridge. There is nothing in there good enough for you. That is until you see one of your flat mates passing by while eating that really cool piece of cake they have saved at the back of the second shelf. And you blame yourself for not going a third time and checking the back of the shelves. And you swear that you will do it next time, to find that hidden treasure that will brighten up a little your quiet afternoon.

And that is why we keep going to the fridge. And as pirates could not avoid the alluring signing of the mermaids, we, urban beings cannot avoid the mysterious calling of the fridge.