I have identified three types of left-overs that I am comparing to food. Draw your own conclusions at your leisure.
Type 1:
When you order your food at the restaurant, you absolutely love every second of it! You are sad that you have to stop eating so you put your food in a to-go box so that you have the opportunity to eat it the next day. When you get home the next day, you find that somebody has taken your leftovers for themselves. You are pissed and outraged. Those were yours! How dare they!? How could this happen?!
Type 2:
When you order your food at the restaurant, you liked the food and it was fine, but you were never that excited. The food did its purpose. You took a to-go box for a few reasons, but none of them being because you were excited to eat the meal again. Most of the reasons you even took the to-go box were not valid. For example, maybe it was because your friend also took a to-go box and you didn't want him or her to feel weird. Maybe you took it because you felt bad leaving it. Maybe you took it because you thought there would be no other food in your house tomorrow so it would be nice to have another option. Whatever the reason, you take them. Again, the next day they are gone. You either didn't notice that someone took them or threw them away, or you were happy that somebody else was able to enjoy the food because you really didn't care.
Type 3:
When you order your food at the restaurant, you absolutely love every second of it! You are sad that you have to stop eating so you put your food in a to-go box so that you have the opportunity to eat it the next day. However, when you got home that night you were shocked and destroyed because that food gave you food poisoning. You were so physically sick that you regretted every single bit and wish you knew before hand this was going to happen so you could have avoided it. But you didn't have the luxury of your 20/20 hindsight when you were eating it. You were innocent and just enjoying it, why did this have to happen to you? When you get yourself together the next day you see that the leftovers are gone. So many things go through your head. Hopefully it got thrown out because you never want to see it again and it really would be tragic if someone were to eat that poisoned food. If somebody did take that food, you feel mixed about it. Part of you thinks that's what you get for taking leftovers, but the other part of you feels bad for them because that was truly dramatic and you really don't want to wish that on anyone. Maybe you will find out one day, but for now you are glad to be (mostly) healed from the poison but more glad to have that tricky-delicious-but-killer-food out of your life.
And that is my analogy of the three types of leftovers.
