Barbarella wrote:
I'm one of those lucky fuckers who is introspective to the point of driving me insane sometimes, especially when I'm trying to sleep, double especially when I have to get up early in the morning. This is what kept me up all night,
Back in the summer my friend Janet hired me for the season to help harvest and package produce on the farm she manages - I arrived just between blueberry and blackberry season.
Blackberries had to be picked every other day to prevent them from rotting, falling to the ground, and getting infested with spotted wing drosophila. Janet always had this philosophy that there are two kinds of berries you eat in the field - those that are too ugly for the market, and those that are simply too perfect for the general publics consumption. I never could help myself around the overly beautiful fruit.
So every other day, I'd pick blackberries, and every other day I'd snack on them in the field. But they just didn't taste good, I couldn't figure out why, but I suspected it had something to do with too much heat and rain, causing the berries to mature before they were actually sweet and ripe.
So, I told Janet the berries didn't taste good, and she would snack on some with me, and she'd tell me they tasted great, and she had no idea what I was talking about. We went through this every other day for weeks, until one day Janet looks at me and goes, "Cece, did you ever consider that maybe you just don't like blackberries?"
Nope, I certainly never had considered that.
So thinking about the blackberry wisdom I'm now wondering where else I can apply this in my life. Are men really awful or are they just blackberries? - and so on.
Where can you apply blackberry wisdom to your life?
I'm one of those lucky fuckers who is introspective to the point of driving me insane sometimes, especially when I'm trying to sleep, double especially when I have to get up early in the morning. This is what kept me up all night,
Back in the summer my friend Janet hired me for the season to help harvest and package produce on the farm she manages - I arrived just between blueberry and blackberry season.
Blackberries had to be picked every other day to prevent them from rotting, falling to the ground, and getting infested with spotted wing drosophila. Janet always had this philosophy that there are two kinds of berries you eat in the field - those that are too ugly for the market, and those that are simply too perfect for the general publics consumption. I never could help myself around the overly beautiful fruit.
So every other day, I'd pick blackberries, and every other day I'd snack on them in the field. But they just didn't taste good, I couldn't figure out why, but I suspected it had something to do with too much heat and rain, causing the berries to mature before they were actually sweet and ripe.
So, I told Janet the berries didn't taste good, and she would snack on some with me, and she'd tell me they tasted great, and she had no idea what I was talking about. We went through this every other day for weeks, until one day Janet looks at me and goes, "Cece, did you ever consider that maybe you just don't like blackberries?"
Nope, I certainly never had considered that.
So thinking about the blackberry wisdom I'm now wondering where else I can apply this in my life. Are men really awful or are they just blackberries? - and so on.
Where can you apply blackberry wisdom to your life?



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idk if i should post this... u can ignore me if u want i won't mind