Originally posted on August 28, 2008
I haven't yet decided whether it's a blessing, curse
or a simple fact of life but I seem to find 'metaphoric' meaning in everything
lately. 👩🏾🏫 [Definition:
Metaphoric means one thing representing another; a symbol or
language that directly compares seemingly unrelated subjects.] 📚 Case in point,
every time I get oatmeal from my job's cafeteria, I always put too many raisins
in it. Every single time, I get to the last few bites and get overwhelmed with
raisins. Disgusted with the look and taste, I end up tossing the rest of it in
the garbage bin. Now, you'd think I'd have learned after doing that
dozens of times, to do it differently the next time, but I never do. Then, I
start to think, 'Is that a metaphor for my love
life? Does that mean that I keep doing things the same lame way, get overwhelmed
and just toss the whole idea of romance out the window out of sheer
frustration?' Maybe. Next case. 💼 I've always wanted to try
ceviche. [Definition: Ceviche is a form of
citrus-marinated seafood salad, popular in mainly Latin American
countries.] So, Sis & I decide to go on a ceviche tour and try
out different restaurants and their ceviche dishes. Even though I'm pretty
'culinarily' adventurous, the thought of raw seafood was a little off-putting
initially. Still, I was excited to try something new. The first restaurant we
tried had a killer ceviche dish. I even ate the avocados and raw oysters in it
(I normally hate avocados and raw oysters). It was absolutely
delicious! The second restaurant (the next day) was almost as
good as the first one. I didn't get ridiculously full but just a few bites in
(and only 2 restaurants into our tour), I was done-not just with the dish itself
but also with the idea of eating ceviche ever again. I thought to myself, 'Is that the way I conduct my entire life? Do I
normally quit 25 yards into a 100 yard dash? Do I give up too easily? Do I tire
of people and things way too prematurely?' Perhaps. Case three. 📒 As I
get older, I get more and more attuned with my body. Being a healthy woman, I
can pretty much set a Rolex by my monthly cycle, so I'm pretty positive of when
I'm ovulating. [Definition:
Ovulation is the process in the menstrual cycle by which an egg is
released for reproduction.]
It never fails, during my presumed period
of ovulation, the desire to be touched 'tenderly' by a partner or to have sex at
all, holds almost no appeal to me. Not to the point of complete and outright
repulsion, but almost. I start to wonder, 'Does that mean I'm not ready for kids right
now or that I'm not cut out for motherhood altogether? Shouldn't that be the
time to want to make love tenderly and quiet the loud ticking of my
biological clock? Or, is my body trying to tell me what my heart can't
accept?' Could be. 🤷🏾♀️ Now understand, I'm fully prepared to accept
that all these hidden meanings, aren't meanings at all, just
simple and ironic coincidences. But I always try to see the wider, panoramic
view of everything and never leave anything completely misunderstood or ignored.
They are interesting questions and ideas to ponder though. Man, the road
to enlightenment is paved and plagued with many twists and turns, isn't
it? Maybe I have too many ideas, thoughts and questions
swimming around in my head. Maybe my brain is larger than most because it has to
accommodate everything I wonder about. 🧠 Maybe my freakishly large brain explains
the inordinately large size of my head in relation to the rest of my body. I
guess anything can mean anything, if you really want it
to.
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