Ice cream

For all your life, you've loved ice cream. You probably don't understand what I mean by love... let me explain. It's like, people generally look forward to the weekend to take a break from work, or to go meet up with friends, or to go and see a funny show..... you look forward to the weekend because you could potentially eat ice cream for 48 hours. Not that you would... just a few tubs here and there, but just the idea of being able to consume the thing, it makes you smile. People ask you about this strange passion - is it the taste? texture? smell? It's all, you reply.

Experience shows though, that this ice cream makes you sick. The ice cream makes your face pale, your body shake, and your kidneys work like no other. The remains, after what has been digested in your body, exits your body from both sides, producing a rather unique and unforgettable odour.

Everyone else thinks you're insane. They, for one, can't stand ice cream. They faint in its presence. Haven't touched the beast for 10 odd years. But, putting asides their personal preferences for desserts, they also argue, you're 21, for goodness sakes. Grow up. It's not like you don't have any alternatives. All the cakes, sweets, and fruit tarts in the world are just an arms length away. In fact, you have people lining up at your house, knocking at your door, wanting you to try their latest invention. Why not try some of them instead? You might find that you actually like them too, and that they, unlike ice cream, does not make you sick.

After awhile, you yourself begin to think, what was is about the ice cream that you like so much anyway? Your mind draws to a blank. What is it about the other delicacies that puts you off? You don't know. When was the last time you actually truly enjoyed eating ice cream? You can't remember.

You begin to think that... maybe while you once liked ice cream, once loved it, in fact, it's just not something that excites you anymore. The reason you still go after it is that you have for al ong time, and it has just become a habit. For so long, everytime you thought of the thing, your brain sent certain signals, such that it is now automatically programmed to do so, independent of your feelings/wants. But the taste that once sent chemicals flying to around your body, the smell that used to make your mouth wet, the texture that seemed to complement all the bumps on your tongue.... all this, you experience no more.

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When I was young, I fell to the ground and injured myself chasing after an ice cream man. I should've taken it as a sign.