Thursday, August 11, 2011

I am a custard apple...

Have you ever heard of the poem, The Plum?

Here it is:
 
The Plum

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You must learn that you cannot be loved by all people
You can be the finest PLUM in the world,
RIPE – JUICY – SUCCULENT
And offer yourself to all.
However you must remember there will always be people who do not like plums.
You can learn to understand that if you are the world’s finest plum,
And someone you like does not like plums
You have a choice of becoming a banana.
However, you need to be warned that if you choose to become a banana,
You will be a second-rate banana,
However, you can always be the best plum.
You need to understand that if you choose to be a second-rate banana,
There will always be people who do not like bananas,
Furthermore, you can spend your life trying to become the best banana (which is impossible if you are a plum),
Or: You can seek again to be the
BEST PLUM!!

Poem found here



Anyway I've decided that I am not a plum. I'm not a banana. I think I must be something really different. Stupidly obscure. Like a coconut.... Or a pomegranate...... No, they're too exotic and exciting. I need to be something that's just odd. Like a custard apple.

That sounds about right. I am a custard apple.

Why is it I can never do things like an ordinary person? I think I'm one of those people that are really entertaining, but terribly uncomfortable to be. I just want to be serene. One of those beautiful, soft, lovely people who you read about and who everyone wants to be. Instead I am inappropriate. And passionate. I frequently open my mouth without engaging my brain. I am all or nothing. I do really dumb things.

I can pass myself off as ordinary. I've become very good at hiding. If you don't know me well, you might not understand what I'm talking about. But believe me when I say that the deeper you delve in, the better you get to know me.... the more you see that I am a custard apple.

I'm a bit of an Anne of Green Gables. But Anne grew up. I seem to be a version that never quite knew how, and am still dying my hair green, or putting my fingers into moving eggbeaters, and throwing spoons at my husband. The problem is, I don't realise a thing is stupid until I'm staring at the wreckage going "Oh...."

And I try, I do try to be ordinary. But it seems like I can never shake off that little girl who said "I just want to Shine." I get what the poem is saying. I know I need to be the best me. But I just wish me wasn't so difficult and uncomfortable..


Freaking custard apple.

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What about you? Do you think you're a nice ordinary Orange, or do you feel more like a Pineapple? Maybe you're a fruit salad? ;)



Linking up with Shae for Things I know, and Glowless for the Friday Blog Flog today.

23 comments:

  1. I love custard apples & I think you're a freaking awesome custard apple!

    And right now I feel like a prickly pear.

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  2. I agree with Liz, you are a freaking awesome custard apple! Love you and your baby custard apple! Jenny

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  3. HI

    First time to your blog, came across it through Things I Know...

    I look forward to visiting your blog some more to read it!!

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  4. Ah, I can relate to this so well! I think I'm probably a durian... I taste lovely, if you dare to taste me, but I stink like nothing you've ever smelled before, so people often come close, but then run away screaming before sampling my wondrousness that is my flavour...

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  5. I love that poem.
    And Custard Apples Rock!
    Be the best Custard Apple you can be - there are plenty of people who love Custard Apples.
    Ordinary is for quitters!
    Stopping in from FYBF

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  6. I love Anne of Green Gables, I love that she found it hard to be herself but she was so much richer for it. She couldn't be any one but herself.

    Custard apples freak me out, but I think I like them because they look different and have a special space in the shop that isn't so popular, they aren't jumping all over the place, but they are there and noticeable to those that aren't that fussed with plums and banana's. Anyway bananas are just too expensive for their own good!

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  7. I think I might be a prune.
    Yes,
    Old and ugly on the outside but sweet and interesting on the inside. Oh and I'll keep you regular :P
    I don't know that any one of us is the plum.
    I like custard apples. They're interesting.

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  8. Never thought of myself as a fruit! LOL! If you are a custard apple, revel in it and don't worry about the boring old bananas!

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  9. If I were a fruit, I would be cherry!

    Nicola

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  10. Be the best custard apple you can be lovely, and don't beat yourself up. You are awesome, just the way you are x

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  11. something pink ... perhaps a ruby grapefruit.

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  12. I think you sound like a rather fine custard apple! Thank goodness we're all different or the fruit section at the supermarket would be pretty darn boring!!
    And now you've got me thinking about me!!!

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  13. This is the precise reason why I love you, even if you think you’re a strange fruit. You have never been ordinary, we have never been ordinary that’s for sure! You are a very unique girl, you know I don’t know much about Anne of Green Gables but I think the only word that describes you is ROBYN. Yes, you do crazy things (now I wish we kept those egg beaters to put a photo on your blog, you should be three fingers short of a hand) but they all make you, you. I’m pretty sure without your craziness we wouldn’t be the same, I wouldn’t be and our crazy little daughter wouldn’t be the way she is (by the way you’re a kick ass mum, yes even on the bad days honey). I am very thankful for your blog it makes my little family feel closer to me, it’s the highlight of my day when I sit down in the pub here and have me dinner reading about the madness my wife and little girl have been up to. Thanks for being you, it keeps me sane. Love you heaps (give that little bald/fuzzy head of Kiddos a kiss for me)!

    By the way I think I'm a lemon, too sour raw but just right when taken with a grain of salt.

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  14. Go the custard apple I say...
    I'd rather be interesting and a little exotic like a custard apple than boring and predictable like a plum.
    I think I'd like to be a nectarine, sweet yet tangy... though in truth I think I am much more like an apple - reliable.

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  15. Oh I love love love these comments! Sif and Tiff (ha!) I adore what you two wrote- made me laugh my head off! Thank you so much to everyone else who wrote such lovely things.... and Shane I love you too- you're a lovely lemon:)

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  16. Yay for custard apple!! I'm with Kate, exotic and individual all the way!

    I have no idea what I am. Probably banana-esque really. Tough on the outside but easily bruised and soft on the inside LOL.

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  17. Robyn, You are a lovely custard apple. You do realise they were one of your Grandma's favourite fruit. And Liz, Prickly Pears make wonderful jam once the prickles are strained out of it. Mumsy

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  18. I think we have more in common than I first thought!!!! I have no idea what fruit I am BTW. Love this blog!

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  19. I've never ever thought of myself as a fruit. That must be the quirkiness that is you! And you have to be the best you; for everyone else is taken! (http://pinterest.com/pin/112721053/)

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  20. Yay for the custard apples of the world!

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  21. Oh! This brought tears to my eyes! I never heard of a custard apple...but this whole post is great!!! It's funny but soooo meaningful! Thanks!
    LA:)
    www.simplysmilingblog.blogspot.com

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  22. Robbie dearest I was reading this post again and just wondered have you read Anne lately? She was still getting herself into "scrapes" well in to her adulthood.

    Love you xo

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