2002-11-20 - 3:35 a.m.
The Aversion to Fruit
Some are not, however I am an eater of fruit. I can spend up to sixteen minutes peeling an orange, often with a few of these minutes dedicated to recalling the word for the white puffy filament within the orb, ahh yes pith. Pith smells nice, is edible, and can probably cure ills, yet I peel it all away with vigor. Pith is also some sort of negative adjective that I know not the exact meaning of but have read again and again blindly.
So there are those of us who enjoy fruit and there are those of us who do not. There are those of us among us who would be driven to eat a single slice of Wonder bread and enjoy every morsel. The soft crust, and the wide pillowy body of the bread that seems to be hewn from cloud. A few moments into consumption you begin to taste the ingredients one by one: salt, flour, sugar, another not overbearing hint of salt, etc. There are those who would be disgusted by this. I would disagree with these sorts of people.
Many people claim that life is too short. Here, I also disagree. At times this viewpoint seems to have some validity. The sun will rise, and you will not notice it rising. The morning will sprint by you and the afternoon will seem to never have happened. The day is already over. But most of the time life seems to me very, very long. I think back to when I was a child and it doesn’t seem to bear any connection to what my life is today. I mean, when I was a child, well, it just seems like a long fucking time ago.
