A Sugary Snippit
jelly beans are intriguing and deceptive. it’s a terrible combination. i don’t enjoy jelly beans. not really, anyway. sure, they’re a little bit cute. but they’re small and lacking of substance, and they leave me with a general feeling of unpleasantness that sits heavy in my belly-area. and yet when they’re around, i just can’t quit them. it’s as though i feel i ought to test just one more to be sure my feelings about them remain the same. i do carefully select those i subject myself to. even though i’m pretty positive i won’t appreciate any that i choose. despite how great-looking.
you’d think i’d have learned by now that i just need to accept it. jelly beans aren’t for me.
…and suddenly i’m acutely aware of how the relationship i have with jelly beans isn’t entirely dissimilar from the relationship i have with the collective men-i-tend-to-date. lovely.
