#an amusing thought

I find that sweet things aren't necessarily for me. Too much sugar makes my tastebuds feel overwhelmed.

It always needs something to balance it. Something in the opposite direction, that can contrast the sugar.

As this thought topic is Mint Chocolate Chip, it can be inferred that I am Mint Chocolate Chip. Slightly sweet but with an undertone of seriousness.

Here is how it comes to me.

The chocolate is milk chocolate slightly rich texture, charming and suited to everyone.

The Mint is freshness, starkness, bold and unrelenting.

And finally the Chips now these are usually milk, but I prefer dark chocolate. Dark chocolate is sensuous and serious, it is firm and steadfast.

Of course these are the positives to the parallels I find in my favourite Ice Cream Flavour. The negative can be downright influencing. 

Milk chocolate is slightly shallow, prey to the opinion of everyone. 

Mint is sometimes to sharp, too bold, it can be rude, unpleasant and bitter.

Dark Chocolate Chips can be obsessive and unrelenting. Too focused on personal desires.

I find myself in all this, in all the good and bad.

If you want me to do an analysis on your favourite Ice Cream Flavour i'd be happy to.

It has recently occurred to me that although I profess to be a coffe-holic, in truth the ratio of coffee: other drinks is surprisingly disproportionate.

That is not to say that coffee is avoided by me, but the realization... I have become a faux caffeine mink (i.e. profess to love coffee and is supposedly a coffee aficionado) like the mink we think is real but is probably some animal friendly replica bought at the neighbourhood animal friends shop.

It has made me realize how we as people place create and maintain these little boxes where everyone has to have a certain favourite something. 

Like preferring felines to dogs, white chocolate to chocolate, jam(jelly) to marmalade (seriously how can people eat that horrid sweet stuff), it will go on and on.

l honestly don't know what comes out of my mouth 99% of the time. Whenever a conversation starts, talking bullshit about the topic seems to come naturally to me. e.g. you know strawberries aren't actually berries and then somehow relate that to the evolution of something or the other.

Somedays, it is strongly felt in myself the wish that speaking more thoughtfully could be practiced. Been trying for ages but it doesn't seem to work, thinking before talking that is.

So all I can say to end this line of inquiry is thinking before talking to me is like swallowing before chewing

It the sobering effect that reality has on me that makes me want to cry, often I am lost between worlds that coexist around us. In the music, the written world, even the works of art and television.

They create for me a world with no boundaries, no limits and no expectation. So it always hits me real hard when reminders of reality start their descent into my routine.

I am not a dreamer, no matter what is said in the above paragraph. Realistic and pragmatism are the core essentials of my being.

It's just that the richness that often saturates the written, spoken and created word fulfills in me a deep emotional need that is hard to satisfy in reality.

Longing for often just a couple of minutes more to linger in the silence and complexity of my thoughts. To wallow in the vast scope of life that is gathered when we record and put down our creativity into any media.

It is a longing and want often often unfulfilled. But we must all live in some version of reality, we must always wake up. 

Well I am awake, and my reality is my creation.