Soup

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Soup.

Warm. Comforting.  Slow.  Soothing.

Sigh.

You gently lift the spoon to your lips, carefully taste it as you feel it hug your body from the inside out....

Do you know why soup does this?

Because otherwise, it's a hot shitty mess.

...Because if you try to gulp down a bowl in a hurry, you will scald the crap out of your tongue, throat, and inner chest cavity...and if you're like me it will likely sizzle down your chin onto your shirts, pants, or other item of clothing you had planned on wearing the entire day.


Soup.

(Prepare for this...I'm getting deep...and just had this revelation...that's right the entire point of this blog was originally to just bitch about hot soup)

Soup, you are like a rushed relationship.

Everyone knows your potential....but if we don't take our time...the idea of you gets in the way of reality... and pretty soon someone's gonna get burned.

Tough balance...I prefer ice cream anyway... There is a fine line between a brain freeze and foamy milk...but if figuring out relationships is going to take a while, I'd be much happier with tasting some Baskin Robins than going through cans of Progresso. 

By switching to dessert, sugar coating the seemingly inevitable "I don't want to date you" text message will seem much more natural as well.

p.s. I ate soup for supper. Currently craving ice cream.  Hence, this entire blog post was butchered by my sweet tooth.