In a two-week long experiment, I have proved that I’m very shallow in my choices – with toast. Isn’t that weird?
Every day, I make myself two slices of toast and every day, I eat the ‘better looking’ slice of toast last… the one with least burnt patches on it (old childhood habit that, leaving the nicer stuff for last… probably explains half my weight issues). And every day, without fail, I find that the nicer looking slice of toast is the slice with the most burnt patches underneath. So… where’s the point to all this?
Recently, a friend of mine went on a ‘new friend making’ expedition. She went through a number of profiles and chose people who shared the same interests as her. Being a really sweet lady, with very family-orientated interests, she looked for people of the same type. One of her choices was a lady who’s whole profile was about her young children and husband. In all, a very ordinary and nice looking person… until my friend clicked on what was listed as her home page. The home page was all about very explicit…. er…. relations (I have to confound the filters here). No, it was not a false link, as the lady’s own photos appeared among the other very explicit ones. The burnt side of the toast. This lady is a fine example of the way we often choose the choose the ‘better looking slice of toast’.
Now the other side of the toast, the ‘rough diamonds’, as my gran used to call them. My life is full of rough diamonds and overdone bread. I think it comes from always being in either the frying pan or the fire. People who, at first glance, you’d keep them at a safe distance and just observe. I remember one lady we met as a group of friends. The first day, one word came to mind, ‘wacko’. She was so far removed from everything I was familiar with. Over the years, we have all laughed with her and learnt so much about people and life in general from her. She became one of the mainstays of our group of friends. Yes, she is still very different, but then, so am I in my own way. The man I chose to marry was another one, in fact, my gran’s favourite ‘rough diamond’. Definitely not a person who fitted into what people consider the ‘norm’, but a strong, generous, heart-of-gold type of person.
I guess I’m going to have to learn to flip my toast over in future, so that the true nice piece of toast becomes the keeper.