I don’t know whats funnier;
- my vision of the person that thought of this analogy
- my best friend trying to understand this analogy
- or the fact that today i stole this analogy from my grampa’s facebook status..(yes you read that correctly, and yes you should probably add him)..
None the less, I’ve found myself repeating these words over and over again ever since creeping my newsfeed at 12:26 yesterday, so i must have some way of relating it to my make believe MTV sitcom…
Deena is a Tomato.
Correction. Deena was a tomato. I love her, but that girl spilled her seeds all over the place on the night of her big debut- classy? Not so much. But its Jersey, and I’m sure every girl in Jersey has felt like an extremely ripe tomato hitting a glass window at an excessive rate of speed at somepoint of their 16-29 hood. So long story short, like the housemates, we’ve all just been desensetized to the Deenas.. and the Snookis… and the Situations..
I’ve learned through experience, and immense amounts of creepy behavioural observation of my guinee pig friends and acquantances (im sorry guys, but you know its true) that everyone has their “thing” that you need to learn to love. The “thing” that sometimes makes them a tomato in a fruit salad..
Theres some you can’t trust as far as you can throw, and others withhold everything.
Some you can’t stand to watch eat, or watch drink, or drink with, or feel uncomfortable drinking around..
Some fall in love too fast, and some fall in love with you,
And some fall in love with friends
And some just wont fall in love at all.
Some are scared
And some are insecure
And some are vulnerable
And some are manipulative.
Some take you for granted
Some take you too seriously
Some dont take you seriously, enough..
But those same exact somebodies have established my “thing” too and tossed it into another dish at the picnic that everyone’s iffy about (right next to the ‘almost’ fruit salad’)..
I guess what im getting at is my real thoughts on this stupid analogy:
Maybe its because i really like tomatoes, Or Maybe its because i think the
somebodies
who stick around long enough to expose their “thing” (pun!), must have met me for a reason…
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