the grapes of wrath

so tired and exhausted at the moment. but ok so, grapes. not sure how most people eat them but ive realized how discriminating i am with them. i had a bowl the other day and i was picking them off the stem thing and popping them into my mouth. the only thing is that i was constantly checking to make sure the grapes i got were firm and crispy. its like instinct. press gently and check the strength of the grape and if i can feel it mushy...move on. slowly there were more and more mushy ones and less and less good ones. eventually i compromised my principles and ate ones that i originally rejected. i think i felt a little embarrassed coming back to them....but there were slim pickins by then. of course, near the conclusion of the grape bowl i had some grapes i just could not eat. they were gross as hell. not quite raisin. not quite grape. some kind of purgatory between the two lives.

that's when i usually offer some grapes to people around me.