Here it is:
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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
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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.