There was a time when pop quizzes littered Facebook like autumn leaves. I remember taking one which supposedly determines your real age and it told me deep inside I was really 60 years old. I’m not sure I can argue with that. 😆
Yesterday, I was watching a cooking show and it suddenly occurred to me that I felt like a mango. I’m not sure if feeling like a fruit counts as normal, but I really think I’d be a mango if I was not a person.
Mangoes are interesting: sometimes they are sweet; sometimes they are sour; sometimes they are stringy; but when they are good… damn, they are really good. I relate to them because I am mental… erm, temperamental, like mangoes, I mean. I don’t think I’m woolly enough, but it’s pretty close.
How about you? Which fruit are you?
Photo taken from here.