(a
symbolic 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
enigmatic bean not always found anymore in bags of jelly beans, the very
misunderstood candy...
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.