What do you call a five foot psychic that has escaped from jail?

To be honest i’m only posting today because last night I figured that after not working out in six months it was a good idea to run for an hour on a treadmill. This was not a good idea, in fact it was a very bad idea that ensured i’m not leaving my bed for quite a few hours. (a condition also accompanied by shame at the fact I only ran that much because I couldn’t let the girl next to me run longer…curse you competitive spirit)

So the topic of today is fruitcakes vs. potatoes. 

Stay with me here.

I’ve pretty much decided that people are either fruitcakes or potatoes. And if you think about it, it’s actually pretty accurate. The fruitcakes of us are to say the least, extreme. They’re that friend that after spending a few hours with you find yourself rolling down a semi-main street in a broken office chair someone left out on a curb yelling “FOR NARNIA!” Or catapulting pizza dough at each others faces at 2am and laughing hysterically because there’s a fine mist of flour covering everything from the toaster to the dog. That kind. 

These people take some risks, which end them in a LOT of sticky situations, but also makes for the most awesome memories. They don’t like mediocrity or normality much, and given the chance to play scrabble with Plato or bungee jump with Russell Brand, they’d probably pick the latter. But if we were all like this? Chaos. That’s where the potatoes come in.

Now, being a potato is far from a bad thing. The potatoes of the world are liked by just about everyone, whereas fruitcakes…well, sometimes it’s more of an acquired taste. Potatoes are versatile, they make sure things get done in an efficient and no-nonsense fashion. They also are composed of some pretty hearty stuff, you know what you’re getting with a potato, those green “fruits” in a fruitcake…not so much. 

I guess I’ve been thinking about this nearly meaningless topic because I have absolutely no clue which food I am. It bothers me deeply. Sometimes I think i’m a fruitcake in disguise as a potato, others (like sitting with an SAT prep book for 5 hours on a Saturday) i’m pretty sure it’s the spud life for me. It doesn’t matter in the end, after all, the fruitcakes and potatoes work together swimmingly and both equally contribute to the world.

(A small medium at large)


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