emote recap

things were turned about. definitely.

on one hand, situational irony… lots of talking, lots of thinking, lots of falling; from connectedness to avoidance. attached to purposed separation. it was like a peanut butter and honey sandwich gone horribly wrong: two components, though both delicious on their own, being smacked together to create something awesome. the beginning bites were refreshing and unique but after a few moments, the peanut butter became overwhelming and chalky, cementing the tongue to the roof of the mouth as it fought to not be swallowed. the eater scrunched her forehead in confusion and took another bite just to be sure. yep: definitely the same thing. she forcefully swallowed and tried to rip the peanut butter half from the honey half but like her tongue in her mouth, the one side was stuck to the other. she pulled and pried and it slowly began to come free, blotches of honey sticking to the peanut butter and visa versa. separation: thats what was needed. though the peanut butter thought it needed the honey, it was not so. the peanut butter needed banana.

and that was the end of that ridiculous analogy.

but never-the-less, there were extreme circumstances that could only be cleared by time and space. if things began to digress much more, a verbal intrusion would be needed: please let it not come to that.

on the other hand, and certainly a much brighter note, relative association: going from a distinct frame of mind to one not so gut-wrenching. sure some blind-eyed perspectives were in order, but it was like Charlie uncovering his Wonka bar. there were hundreds of the bars out there, so many types, ever so slightly different but all mainly composed of one thing: chocolate. they all had wrappers… some flashy, some neon, some plain, some with large lettering. this one in particular was a comely shade that made light of all of its elements: the words went dazzlingly well with the colour, the shape matched spectacularly with the font size… everything seemed proportioned and in order. then Charlie peeled back the wrapper and found the creamy chocolate underneath with a sliver of hope poking into his field of vision. potentially when you think about it, all of the bars have tickets of their own, but your goal is to find yourgolden ticket.

i thought i had found my potential ticket, just like Charlie’s first bar… but the ones without are just as well made as the ones with. even though my ticket wasn’t to be flapping in the wind just yet, I still found a miraculously phenomenal chocolate bar, one i intend to keep for decades to come. and i promise not to eat it, because that would be weird.

and thus ends that analogy.

these past few months have been a roller-coaster. i wouldn’t trade them for the world… you’ve opened my eyes.