You Can’t Have Your ‘Cake’ And Eat It Too

A new daily prompt via Daily Prompt: Cake

This saying has been around for a long time, often used among the older population, but is still very well known. However, do we actually know what it means? I’ve found over time, lots of saying have been twisted, changed, or even cropped to change it’s context entirely.

The proverb literally means “you cannot simultaneously retain your cake and eat it”. Once the cake is eaten, it is gone. It can be used to say that one cannot or should not have or want more than one deserves or can handle, or that one cannot or should not try to have two incompatible things. The proverb’s meaning is similar to the phrases “you can’t have it both ways” and “you can’t have the best of both worlds.”

Many people misunderstand the meanings of “have” and “eat” as used here but still understand the proverb in its entirety and intent and use it in this form. Some people feel this form of the proverb is incorrect and illogical and instead prefer “you can’t eat your cake and have it (too)”, which is in fact closer to the original form of the proverb but uncommon today. Other rare variants use “keep” instead of “have”. -Wikipedia

Now, all of that might seem confusing, I know, I’m confused too. My interpretation of the old saying is this; That all ‘good’ things, have a consequence. You can’t have these without the consequences that come along with it, and wanting it any other way is just illogical.

Examples I’ve heard in my life are very broad. Everything from cheating on your partner, to actually eating cake.”You can’t have a mistress/mister and a good relationship with your wife/husband” or something along those lines.

What’s your interpretation of it? What examples have you got of the saying?

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You Only Cheat Yourself

Responding to the daily prompt “Cheat”- https://dailypost.wordpress.com/2016/08/28/cheat/

When you cheat anything, it’s always been said that you only cheat yourself. I didn’t really understand that until I was about half way through high school.

Cheating on tests? You’re cheating yourself out of an accurate representation of your skills, and your grade. Now don’t get me wrong, schools nowadays seem to value grades above all else, and put far too much pressure on students to pass, instead of just teaching the darn subject. Disgraceful. However, on the other hand, cheating will only give people a false sense of security, until you’re actually asked to do something the requires the skills you cheated. Then you’re in pretty deep trouble. 

Cheating on your partner is just as bad, and vile. I can’t condone cheating of this form. If the relationship is sexless, or bad, then leave. No matter how many times you’ve “gotten away with it” before, it will catch up to you. Destroying someone’s self-esteem, trust, love… It’s not worth it. Love who you’re with, or leave. I understand that people that are in domestic violence situations don’t have it that easy, and can’t always just up and leave without being hurt, physically or emotionally, but is cheating really going to make that situation better? Or finding a subtle way to call out for help a better use of your time? 

In computer games, the rules are a bit more lax. You cheat to get past the hard parts, to stop yourself replaying the same level over and over just to get one piece you need. However, physical games, sports, cheating should not be condoned there either, and I’m certainly glad it’s not. Recently we had the Rio olympics, and due the Paralympics. Russia was, and is completely banned from both, which is a shame for those that have actually worked hard, the right way, cleanly, that have to wait another 4 years for a chance like this, however the blanket ban has stopped the drugged or “enhanced” from getting unfair treatment, and being allowed to compete. I suppose glory and money can make people fill themselves up with all sorts of toxins for that recognisiton, but that doesn’t mean it’s right. 

Cheating, makes you only cheat yourself. That’s something I will always believe.

Reflection on Mistakes

Responding to the daily prompt of “Mistakes” – https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/mistake/

It can be incredibly difficult to not see tough circumstances as a result of our “mistakes”. We are all just humans that way. We know that we all make mistakes, and the consequences don’t just affect ourselves, but the people around us. 

At 27 weeks pregnant, at first, I believed all this was a mistake. Being with a man that left me for another woman three months into the pregnancy was my fault. Keeping the baby, when I’m only 21, still in university and was struggling beforehand, still living with mommy and daddy, was all my fault. Not only that, but the effect on my family, my personal life, my health, was all my fault. It took me a while to realise that these rough times weren’t because of a mistake, but more a faulty condom, a vulnerable heart and the best intentions. So yes, maybe it was my fault, but not through neglect or malice, but love for the little group of cells now in my womb. 

In the beginning, I knew I had missed my period. I had brought the tests, and was sat wide awake at 3 am. I was terrified. This certainly wasn’t the way I wanted to be pregnant. I wanted to be older, with a job, a home of my home, and a man I knew for sure wanted this as much as I did, but not this time. I sighed and took pee test there and then. I couldn’t wait any longer, and have these negative thoughts swirling around my mind if it was going to be ok, and I wasn’t pregnant. It’s supposed to take 2 minutes for the results to show up, but they showed up practically instantly. I burst into tears and woke my parents up, sobbing into my mother as both my parents cuddled around me and told me everything was going to be ok. I did t know they were going to be right, all I knew was that the condoms I had used with my current boyfriend were obviously faulty and I was going to have to decide how things would go from here. 

Fast forward 3 months later. Me and my boyfriend had decided to keep the baby, that the idea of an adoption was just too much for me to take, and he was ok with being a father again. (He already had two children, one he had no visitation with, and the other was with a girl I was friends with back in college). Things had started going down hill. I was in and out of hospital like a yo-yo, with chronic morning sickness, well, all day sickness with how this went on. I was no where in the mood for sex. My boyfriend was becoming distant. I didn’t understand why, at a time I probably needed him the most, he wasn’t apclose at all. After a few days of having no reply to any of my messages, I got a group of abusive text messages. It was heartbreaking, telling me he never wanted this baby, that I would be a terrible mother, and he could go sleep with any woman he wanted because I obviously didn’t want him anymore. The day after he came over an apologised, but I couldn’t trust him after that. He broke me, and made me believe it was my fault, that my mistakes had driven him away. For a while, I believed him. 

Now I’m a lot further on in the pregnancy, I can feel movements, and I can see them much clearer on scans now, it made me realise that this baby wasn’t a mistake. Just my, now ex, was. The stress of moving my family home around with the help of my parents and money issues were just the bad coming with the good. University has been deferred for a year, and I’m thinking of transferring to a place closer to home. All my “mistakes” were just side steps in a direction I didn’t think I could go, but now I’m here, I am nothing but optimistic. 

Mistakes aren’t always your fault. And if they are, they truly can be opportunities in disguise. This oppurtunity is that I get someone that relies on me, needs me, and someone I can truly better myself for, to give them the best life possible. 

I realised I don’t regret my mistakes, and neither should you. Embrace them, and just think them through, it might be a blessing somewhere down the line.