The Cruel World and Chocolate Ice Cream
As the sugar-sweet semi-solid melts in the cup before me, I cannot help but cringe. Muddying the plastic with its chocolate-infused dairy, the ice cream disgusts me. Once, I loved the sweet taste on my tongue. Once, I relished the cool feeling in my throat. Now, I cannot bear this once beloved frozen treat.
Unlike on TCBY customer, I do not find that “there’s no wrong time for a frozen treat.” Ever time is now the wrong time for ice cream. Perhaps my job experience has jaded me with its tumults of whining children and muscles straining to scoop. I vividly recall the rainbow array of sprinkles strewn across the floor and hot pink yogurt crawling toward the walls. Every time I see ice cream, I gag.
I long to return to the days when the sticky drip of a cone meant endless happiness. But for now, all I can do is stare at that sugary-sweet brown.
i wrote this today at my express news meeting. we were supposed to write about the sensory experience evoked by eating ice cream, while we were eating ice cream. i obviously chose not to eat ice cream and instead noted how my job ruined ice cream for me.
Unlike on TCBY customer, I do not find that “there’s no wrong time for a frozen treat.” Ever time is now the wrong time for ice cream. Perhaps my job experience has jaded me with its tumults of whining children and muscles straining to scoop. I vividly recall the rainbow array of sprinkles strewn across the floor and hot pink yogurt crawling toward the walls. Every time I see ice cream, I gag.
I long to return to the days when the sticky drip of a cone meant endless happiness. But for now, all I can do is stare at that sugary-sweet brown.
i wrote this today at my express news meeting. we were supposed to write about the sensory experience evoked by eating ice cream, while we were eating ice cream. i obviously chose not to eat ice cream and instead noted how my job ruined ice cream for me.