I’m not particularly skilled at this thing called “cooking”. I appreciate your attempts at being polite when you pretend to enjoy the frozen pizza I made you that is somehow completely burned on the edges and bottom yet still frozen in the middle. It’s a magical skill, I know. How does one even accomplish that in a conventional oven?
That being said, there is one kind of pizza that I’m actually pretty good at making:
The Panic Pizza!
Oh, you don’t know how to make a Panic Pizza? Well hot damn! Let’s start the Home Shame Economics cooking class!
The first and most important ingredient in a Panic Pizza is the human-shaped dough glob that is you. Hopefully, you’ve mixed and mashed yourself with so much alcohol and so many carbs the night before that by morning, you’re ready to be scraped off the couch and rise, get punched a few times in the gut, and then tossed up like so many cookies into the air of daylight. After all, it’s another day for you to try your best at not being a shit show. Good luck with that, paisan!
Now your dough is ready for sauce. Since the jar of sauce is too hard to open and you don’t feel like walking all the way over to the cabinet that’s four feet away to get the jar opener thingy, you decide this Panic Pizza will be sauce-less.
You trailblazer, you. It takes a lot of guts to have that kind of Lack of Motivation, which brings us to our first topping! Lack of Motivation!
Hang on. Now you’re picturing a loved one trying to chew the dry, sauce-less pizza and then they get the hiccups when they try to swallow a particularly large and dry bite, then they start choking, you totally suck at doing the Heimlich Maneuver, and then the morgue comes to take their dead body away because you killed them with your dry pizza because you were too unmotivated to get the jar opener thingy. The hearse will pull away and you’ll be inconsolable, crying, “Why couldn’t I just get the jar opener thingy? I should have seen this coming!”
Sorry, Lack of Motivation, but the first topping on this Panic Pizza is Anxiety. Rookie mistake!
So, first layer on some gloppy Anxiety, then Lack of Motivation. Our Panic Pizza is starting to really take shape!
Now that you’ve got Anxiety going, you can sit back and put your feet up for a while. It’s time for Anxiety to take over, which means Anxiety gets to pick the rest of the toppings. That’s what you get for letting Anxiety into the kitchen. Once that guy comes into the picture, he takes over EVERYTHING.
Anxiety wants you to feel pretty bad about what a bother you are to everyone when you act like this, so let’s liberally sprinkle some Guilt onto the Panic Pizza. You want to take it right up to the edges so you don’t get a single bite without at least a little of that zesty Guilt flavor.
Now Anxiety wants you to feel really weak for not being able to control Anxiety, so you slice up some Shame and lay it out on the Panic Pizza in concentric circles. Those circles better be perfect, because if they’re not perfect, then nobody will like you…
…which is just in time to add Insecurity to the Panic Pizza!
Insecurity gets sprayed onto the pizza from an olive oil mister so that you can be sure it’s evenly coated all over the Panic Pizza. Oh man, despite all your preparation, it looks like you missed a spot. It’s probably because of the next topping going on the pizza…
…and that topping is Stupid!
Really, nobody could confuse it for anything else, seeing as you’re a grown adult with adult responsibilities who should be more than capable of handling your own jacked-up and self-destructive thoughts by now, but since you can’t, I guess that means you’re just Stupid!
You know what? Let’s not render the verdict on that one yet. Maybe you just haven’t tried therapy, religion, yoga, meditation, herbs, oils, deep breathing, visualization, and grounding techniques yet! Maybe you just need to try harder to defeat your anxiety disorder!
Oh wait. You have tried? Tried and failed, you say? Then go ahead and toss some Stupid onto that Panic Pizza, then pop open that smoky bin next to it, and LAYER ON THE FAILURE.
The only thing left to add to your Panic Pizza is the cheese of Anxiety’s choice, which means you don’t get any cheese, because Anxiety thinks you don’t deserve any. Instead, Anxiety will give you the last topping in the form of a little cup of that garlic butter “sauce” from Papa John’s, because if that shit ain’t Self-Loathing, I don’t know what is.
Mamma mia! Anxiety make-uh you the perfect Panic Pizza pie-uh!
Related, I found this at Wal-Mart this weekend. Feel free to mark this on your calendar as the day humanity officially gave up.