Well, for some reason I started to think of this incident that happened in the midst of a birthday party, birthday party sometime around age 8? 9? ...
We were all gathered around watching a movie…ya know a nice little gathering in the living room. I can’t for the life of me remember what movie it was. Perhaps one of those ridiculously girlie or ridiculously stupid or ridiculously sad movies I don’t know, probably trendy and strange…who knows I certainly wasn’t paying any attention to it.
So, point being all that I remember from this night is asking the birthday girl’s mother in the middle of the movie . . . ”Do you like the stem of the broccoli or the fluffy part?”
Yes, dead serious I asked this question. And I asked it as if it was some life or death matter that I had to get resolved right at that moment. I was newly obsessed (eh, maybe just ‘like’) with broccoli. I only liked the stem – I despised (ok, maybe just ‘not-liked’) the, as I called it – (and still call it) the fluffy part. And I just had to know anything and everything broccoli. And, most certainly what everyone else thought of it.
I was brushed off by this mother, she said: “wait, wait, I’m watching the movie” And,I also received the “wait a minute” finger, the annoyance in her voice, and that strange "shut the heck up" tone in her voice. (ok, so maybe I exaggerate)
A few minutes later she finally answered me and said that her favorite part of broccoli was the 'fluffy part.' And I must say I was disappointed. How could anyone like that part? ... seriously? But, she also said that she like both parts...ugh.
Then she continued to watch the movie like nothing happened ... and I continued to ponder all that there is about broccoli. Who really knows why I was so obsessed with this, suppose I was always stuck in some sort of analyzing things mode ... no? My mind is always off on some other planet? dunno.
(Oh, and just for the record, I now prefer the 'fluffy part' to the stem...) ;)
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