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Sunday, February 11, 2007
Have I become such a cynical paranoid distrustful person who always has her guard up?? I come home and I discovered a little brown and red box sitting in the middle of my doorstep. I pick it up and open it outside, afraid of opening it in my flat; those years of reading and watching Asian ghost stories, fearful that the box might hold some toyol or spirit. I discover little balls of chocolate in the box. So much for ghosts. I hesitate to eat them, harbouring the worst thoughts in the world. What if there is a spell on it, and it's some sorta love spell, or whatever? Or some voodoo thing? I look inside for a note. Nothing. I am not going to eat some chocolates some mysterious person left at my doorstep. It's not because I'm scared of spells or drugs or laxatives or getting fat (HA!). It's just the principle behind the whole matter. I'm not going to accept something unless I know who it's from. Am I being too principled here? Can one ever be too principled?If it was just some normal girl-next-door she'd be all excited bout having a secret admirer, no? All excited at the thought of some mysterious person who's willing to buy gifts for her? Well, I'm not built like that. I don't like such games. Some people would say it's a really sweet gesture. Well, yes. If they had left a note stating who it's from. I don't like people playing mind games with me. Is that too cynical of me?? So, I gather from this post, that I'm paranoid, distrustful, and cynical. What a sad combination, no?Well, whoever it is, s/he has lots of time on hand and sure is generous. Only two stores in Melbourne, and it's authentic Spanish chocolate. Hunh. How about that? But hey, one white, two milk, and one dark. Obviously doesn't know me very well. Dark is my favourite, and I never touch white chocolate. *smug grin* Enough of this sleuthing, it's bed time. It's a shame to let such good chocolate go to waste. But hey, this is a test of my principles. The means do justify the end.
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