17 December, 2011

Tasting Cake

Sorry but I still feel nothing. Nothing at all. There is definitely something missing here because shouldn't there be some kind of turn on switch that says "Oh yeah. I like this." I see nothing special. I don't feel anything. I just wasn't all that into it. I can't say I was wanting to dive in. Something about it turned me off. I wanted it,yes, but once I got it, I wasn't satisfied. Was it the smell? Was it the bloody taste?
Maybe I didn't allow feelings to come rushing in, though. Maybe I didn't allow myself to like it. It's possible I didn't like it because I didn't shut off my brain and just let myself go. My thoughts run through my head always saying no. I have to come up with a better reason as to why I say no. I really don't have a heart or a soul, if I did then I'd be able to let my heart and soul do all the work, but I don't so my brain is literally taking over. I could almost promise you I have a brain where my heart should be.

It is not easy to hide that sometimes I am dramatic. What do you think I was talking about? I actually dramatized a situation where my dad had bought a cake. It looked really good. It was decorated very nicely. It was even chocolate, which I love. I couldn't wait to get a bite. My piece was cut and put on my plate. I grabbed some ice cream too. I licked my lips at the sight of my treat. With my fork in hand I dug into the cake. I closed my eyes and wrapped my lips around the piece of cake, but I had to hold back from making a face. This cake was so atrocious! Since the rest of my family seemed to be enjoying it, I kept my mouth shut. I forced myself to eat the cake. I saved the ice cream for last so I would be sure to get the terrible taste out of my mouth.
As you see, it is not very hard to dramatize a situation to match other people's problems. Maybe there is something you have come face to face with that has dissatisfied you. Do you feel like your mind ever holds you back from something? Are you like me and have a brain where your heart should be?

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