Do you remember the taste of strawberries?
Click to viewIt seems I cannot describe my emotions, without help of random sci/fy fantasy movie/tv scenes.
I was walking past strawberries the other day; didn't see them for a moment, but smelt them. And it was like a long-forgotten smell; I would buy strawberries, when I was with my family, I had spare money, access to a fridge readily-stocked with the ingredients and a blender to make strawberry milkshake with. And of course siblings to share the end product with.
This isn't really about strawberries, you stupid people who I call my friends, this isn't about how "sheltered" or well off or privileged I was (which I wasn't, but perceptions, persist). This isn't some geek making a geeky point either. I agree I'm not on some epic, let's destroy the ring quest. It's about fucking homesickness. That's what this scene is about. Missing. Missing everything. Because I had to let it all go.
And on the surface it seems so simple; do without strawberry milkshake, yes fine I can do that. Not a big deal. Though the fact that something as simple as home-made strawberry milkshake throws up so many issues and problems is depressing. It was never about bloody strawberry milkshake.