tubby custard

I've had a lot of ideas to write about recently, but I keep coming back to the conclusion that I do not have any original thoughts or outlooks to add to the topics. Not to be the everything has to have a purpose guy, but if I'm just writing to create slop that already exists, then what is the purpose of the slop? A good example is Tubby Custard from the television show Teletubbies. Tubby Custard is a pink fluid that is secreted from a custard machine. It is pink. To me, it represents a composite fluid of pure hedonistic pleasure. Ideally, one could sit and consume large quantities of tubby custard without stopping for many hours. This would maximize pleasure and minimize pain, as tubby custard surely has euphoric, pain-suppressing effects. Tubby Custard could be used by individuals with insomnia to finally get a good night's sleep or for cancer patients with chronic pain to be blissful as they finally pass. Or we could not eat the tubby custard. We could acknowledge its utility in certain circumstances and widely forgo tubby custard for medical procedures, opting instead to receive mass amounts of pain. Instead of relaxing with Tubby Custard after work, one might read a book or go on a walk. I mean that ultimate pleasure-maxxing does not seem the right way to reach fulfillment to me. After I scroll on my phone for any amount of time, I do not feel full; I feel empty and odd. I do not want to indulge in infinite swiping; however, it is so maximally stimulating and designed for my pleasure, not unlike tubby custard, that it is hard to stop. Once you start the Tubby Custard, you might as well keep it going. I notice it when I travel the most. I'm out of my routine, and it's easy to fall into a new one, that of constantly eating tubby custard. When in these states, I find myself less empathetic and more withdrawn, feelings not conducive to positive travel experiences nor general humanity. I want to discontinue my consumption of tubby custard and find more meaningful pink fluids to consume, but it sure is difficult. I love Tubby Custard sometimes. Really, I do. Sometimes that 8-minute educational YouTube video scratches a very specific itch, and I feel smart and powerful, but most of the time I'm putting off work I should do or a task I am not looking forward to. Maybe Tubby Custard could become a legitimate treat, one reserved for special days in which I have done a lot.