journey through the realm of a woman at 4:56 am)
In past ages of my existance I felt like the black jelly bean
of the world. The jelly bean few paid attention to, and which many expressed disgust
toward. The colour of my mood
was black, the color of my clothes were black (well, still are for the most part), the color of my cat was black (and still is, he's my little black lovable jelly bean)...
but I digress
Similar to the black sheep scenario
, but more painful in youth due to the strong feelings people have regarding this enigma
tic bean not always found anymore in bags of jelly beans, the very misunderstood
The black jelly bean in my opinion is the best, licorice delish, powerful magnetic
force of taste... an explosion
I now thrive in being the black jelly bean, and I encourage those who have not had them since youth to try it again.