Have you ever been asked to describe yourself and you have that iconic movie moment – mouth slightly open, eyes darting around, brain panicking as it tries to form a rational thought? Every single time someone asks me to describe my personality, I am frozen with indecision. I never have the same reply, which might actually be a sign of my personality. This week when I was asked to sum up my personality, I decided to use food to do so.
Apparently I am like a hot slice of pizza.
There’s the cheesy goodness right on top. Then a layer of molten lava that wrecks your life for days. Underneath all of that is a doughy bottom that leaves you wanting more.
The person who asked the question looked truly shocked by my answer. I could see by her face that she wanted to laugh, but she was worried I might be offended. Never one to miss a moment to make someone squirm, I put on my most serious face and asked her what type of food she would describe herself as. After a brief struggle to regain her composure, she squeaked out the word ‘taco’ but with a question sound on the end.
Tacos don’t have doubts about their character – they know they are awesome.
This girl was obviously a quesadilla, a bit confused about her overall place in life. As I debated the merits of the quesadilla personality, I could see the subtle shift in my conversation partner. Her shoulders relaxed and she started smiling. She didn’t know how this conversation got started, but she was now committed to enjoying it. Then she began to critically assess if her personality was more like a taco or a quesadilla.
Warning – standing too close to me may lead to weird pondering.
Is it cannibalism to eat pizza while writing this?!
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