You can find happiness in the diner burger’s personal philosophy
If I don’t have it, I don’t need it.* That’s how a diner burger looks at life. It doesn’t envy a fancy burger’s Camembert, or even its black caviar, because it knows those things would enhance its already perfect existence no more than a shiny $300 shirt would enhance your already perfect existence. Frankly, it doesn’t even need lettuce, tomato, or onions. Those “deluxe” options are the equivalent of an old, ill-fitting suit obstinate men throw on when they’re told they have to dress up for an event they’d just as soon not attend.
*This mantra definitely wasn’t stolen from the Sinead O’Connor album I Do Not Want What I Haven’t Got. That phrase means something totally different.