What I Choose to Eat

A friend and I went on a walk today. We spent about an hour together. We chatted. We laughed. We mostly hurried from shady spot to shady spot gasping at the heat. We noticed so much beauty in the nature displayed around us and also marveled at the unique natures swirling within us. We noticed how time seemed to stand still while we were on our mini adventure together. We parted ways then met up later for a treat in the shade at the co-op. The woman at the check-out counter and I rhapsodized about how good the cookies I was buying are. I was only on my second package. She had started eating them as a little girl when her grandma gave them to her. The co-op just started carrying them. All of this was a small portion of my day, but it was also represented an important fiber in the fabric of my life. I have become addicted to feeling connected to this thing we call existence. These days I really enjoy feeling that connection when someone else is feeling it with me. We also talked on our walk about some of the things we have no desire to connect to, such as that habit so many have of caving in to overbearing, entitled individuals who you can count on to kick up an ungodly fuss if they don’t get their way. As well as the tendency of those who enable them by giving them what they want so they don’t have to live through the emotional turmoil inflicted by their tantrums. I don’t need approval from this group or that to feel good about myself. I am sometimes not politic but I always strive to be kind. But don’t screw with me or I’ll kill you with kindness even if I do the kind thing and walk away.

Cinse Bonino
2024