Hello My name is Chunks and I am a lump of chunky peanut butter. Ever since I was a little peanut, everyone has loved my sister, Skips, who’s also a lump of peanut butter. I love her too, of course. I have to. She’s my sister.
The difference between us is that I’m too full of bumps and chunks, and she has none. She’s perfect.
You know, it just hurts when I’m usually thought of as the weird one, the non-standard, the unexpected, the one they take back to the store when they find, the unsmooth peanut butter. Awkward and unwanted. Life is hard.
Seeing people thinking of how unfit I am, of how they cannot eat me straight out of the jar. Seeing people talking about how they can’t see how I could be any useful before taking me back to the store. I am fed up with everything. How can no one see how nutritious I can be?
I just wish I could try and see for myself, how to not be chunky peanut butter.
Tonight I jump off the shelf.
SingulariT 