Every time I am about to bite into an egg roll, I keep thinking I’m going to like it more than I did last time. I don’t really like egg rolls. I think it might be the cabbage. But every time I see one, I think, “That looks delicious! I’m going to eat it!”
And then I do.
And then I’m disappointed.
This isn’t some metaphor about being greedy and indulging in things you don’t want and don’t need and don’t even like (though you should take that into consideration).
It’s about egg rolls. I ate one last night. We always have them in the house around the holidays for some reason.