I finally figured out blueberries. For the longest time I thought I didn't like them despite the fact that they've never been anything but nice to me: high in anti-oxidants, pretty color, crucial in one of my favorite movies scenes of all time (any guesses? It involves rolling a child to a juicing room and/or certain death). Despite all those good and kind things, I never had time for them. They didn't move me, they didn't excite me, and one time they stained my shirt, which I was
really pissed about ("But I don't even LIKE them!").
I'm happy to say, though, that I figured them out. Blueberries are like that friend of a friend that's kind of your friend but is really more like an acquaintance. Like when your best friend spends enough time hanging out with her work friend that you know that friend pretty well, too, even though you don't have his or her phone number in your phone and wouldn't use it if you did. Nothing against that friend, of course, but you always need to have one or more of your mutual friends with you because hanging out alone would be awkward to the point of being unthinkable. Think for a minute; you know who I'm talking about.
Now that I've realized this, it's time to end my Blueberry Boycott. I'll
totally hang out with Blueberry, but only if one of our friends is there, too.
Like Muffin or Banana. Or Banana Muffin. I'm tight with all three of those dudes.
I most recently hung out with Blueberry when I met up with Peach. She introduced me to Cream of Wheat, who is totally my new BFF. Where has it been all my life?
