Puddy Loves Applesauce

I dropped a plastic container of blueberry applesauce on the floor today. It cracked open upon impact of the hardwood floor and splattered everywhere. I dropped down to my knees and stared at it for a long time, I think, expecting some sort of truth to be spelled out in the mess as the Be Good Tanyas were playing on the Ipod, but the only revolution I came to was the title of this post. I believe I am going through some sort of quarter-life crisis.