Stirring up a Chocolate Hornets’ Nest…

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While standing, leaning lazily against the back door frame… doing something which would be frowned upon, looked down upon, even by those who consider themselves to lack a superiority complex… a hornet appeared in front of my face.

It’s that time of year when such things happen… when hornet queens seek out a place to hibernate for the Winter so their species can survive. Can you imagine the stress and pressure of a duty like that… and humans think they have it hard!

It looked at me and did so in a way which reflected my own expression when I looked at it and realised what it was. The sound, the deep reverberating buzz, gave it away more than the sight as it was hovering and therefore blurry, but I knew what it was and a shiver of terror, slight disgust at what terrifies, rippled through me in a thrilling manner.

It moved away… I stayed where I was.

Thinking thoughts inspired by the meeting.

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It’s strange how often we presume that speaking our truth to others could have such an impact that it would be as though we had stirred a hornets’ nest… which is usually not something advisable. Yet tempting… as are all things which are not advised, which are somehow sinful… even if they have been deemed so for our own good, for the survival of our species. Does anyone really want to get a Darwin award, especially as they are usually posthumous?

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And it is even stranger how often, when we do bravely speak up and out, share our version of the truth… nothing happens, at least nothing compared to what we had envisioned would happen. Our worst case scenario, our great expectations, deflated in an almost disappointing manner… we had an appointment with social death, ostracism, excommunication… and instead our appointment turned out to be with Mister or Miss Diss… the So What’s son or daughter. Our revelation didn’t even warrant a meeting with the parents, the patriarch or matriarch of the So What family.

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Is that a relief or a let down… which is a put down?

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Never ye mind… opportunity is always knocking, those who say it only knocks once are trying to make an impact when speaking their version of the truth, which in that case is rather auricularly biased.

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The photo above is of a sinfully delicious chocolate treat created by a rather well-known French chef… available in all the stores which carry his commercialised versions of his cheffy creations.

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I’ve never been to his exclusive restaurant, so I have no idea how the commercial versions of his creations compare to his restaurant only versions… looks delicious, but…

I don’t eat chocolate.

I bought this for someone else who claims not to eat chocolate but relies on their visits with me to indulge in what they claim never to indulge in but whom I know loves to indulge their sweet chocolate tooth… and this chef is their favourite chef, they have been to his restaurant on many special occasions.

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I don’t eat chocolate, so what was left over from this visit… got photographed. I do hate to waste things… but sometimes we can’t always avoid doing what we hate to do.

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I don’t eat chocolate not because I hate chocolate or won’t eat chocolate due to some health related superiority complex. If I had that kind of complex then I wouldn’t have been doing what I was doing when I had my unscheduled appointment with the hornet.

It’s because I can’t eat chocolate. A negative with a difference, a very specific one.

If I could eat it, I would… because… it is supposedly better than sex and many other things. Dopamine delight!

But my body doesn’t agree… bodies are sometimes contrary like that and don’t embrace the needs of the mind over the needs of the body… even if the needs of the mind tell the body that what the mind wants is also what the body must and will want. Trust me, says the mind to the body…

Mens sana in corpore sano… No, says the mind, you’ve got that wrong, it should be… Corpore sano in mens sana… or just any version of that which makes me come out on top regardless of how it affects you! Body, you’re too high maintenance and you’re spoiling all my fun, driving me crazy… and when the mind is crazy…

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Such is the mind… the body… and everything else.

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chocolate loveGuess I’ll have to settle for love… sigh!

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