Eating Ralphs for the first time after the long, cold Russian/Arctic winter, gave me the idea that life is like Ralphs ices. You can get the good flavors or the bad ones, but it will always be cold and never filling, similar to the "cards" you get in life.
Here is what I mean.
I walked into the store and almost fell upon 3 guys sitting on the floor. I thought that was odd, but, undaunted, proceeded forward. There were three really cute girls asking me what I wanted. Focus, I thought, ices, is what I am here for. I said I wanted a big tub of ices for the weekend. Then I was asked what flavors. I could not decide. I mean, how can I chose one flavor over another? That would not be fair to the flavors I didn't choose and isn't that discrimination?
Now, the three random guys are off the floor asking for ices. I waited until they were done, mostly to see if they were going to do another random act. But, they ordered and paid, and left. Boring. Now back to me. I had to make a decision. No, I thought. I will not make a decision, or a choice. I will make many. I asked if I was limited to a certain amount of flavors, and was told to go for as many would fit. Great! Stunned with my revelation of freedom I boldly said, "VANILLA"! What? I said the most boring flavor of them all. Why did that come to mind first? Safety? Habit? All the girls started to laugh and then offered up all of their personal favorites, like peanut butter and birthday cake. Not my personal favorites but how could I say no? Tightly packed and full to the brim, my container sealed, I paid and left.
Now I thought about what I did. I got great flavors, but many of them were not really what I wanted. I also would probably not be able to tell them apart as they were all now mushed together. This was a life lesson. I will eat my ices, some spoonfuls of yummy deliciousness, and others not so much, but I will always have room for more, so I await my next adventure.
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