Mangoes

I just can't stand it. Its such an emotional journey to eat a mango.

First you see it laying there, tender and unopened to the world. So you take it upon yourself to begin it's journey. But then, you realize its dark side (the pungent smell). Oh, but you move on to find its sweet, sweet center. Ah, but like everything else, it eventually leaves you... and all you have left to remember it is a few stringy bits of the fruit stuck in your teeth. Which eventually you remove because they are hard to live with after a while... the memories are just to much to bear. Eventually, you suffer greif... what you wouldn't give to have that mango back on your plate. But there will be other mangos in your life, and in time you will eat another one.

What an emotional rollercoaster.

My god I need somthing better to do with my time.