Moe, for better or worse

This blog used to be called "one year in the life of a short fat runner"; then it was called "Am I a runner? you decide." I've decided running isn't the thing I need to talk about here...it'll come up for sure, but it's just one part of me, so I think I'll just call this blog: Moe, for better or worse.

Friday, May 09, 2008

Blueberries...a love story

I don't know if my friend will read this. But should he...this is for you, R.

We were chatting the other night and he told me every woman needs to be adored completely and unconditionally by someone; a life time crush.

I said, you mean, the person who would see me in this awful fleece blueberry Violet Beauregard [we'd been on a Willie Wonka kick that night] hoodie and think it's cute just because I'm wearing it?

He said, yes, exactly.

So the birth of the Blueberry crush...or simply the Blueberry.

I think we all have our Blueberries and I suspect we are each someone's Blueberry.

He pointed out that the adoration should come from someone outside our family, so it's not the love a child feels for a parent, or a sibling. And you aren't meant to know you are the Blueberry...because that devotion is quiet and simple and profound.

It's rather a sweet theory, isn't it?

and I'm suddenly craving muffins.

3 Comments:

Blogger Her Roo-ness said...

i thought this was about how you love blueberries.
damn, i love blueberries.

May 11, 2008 7:07 PM  
Blogger librarianchick said...

but, Roo, it IS about how much I love blueberries...both the fruit and the people. :)

May 11, 2008 8:58 PM  
Blogger kotzebue said...

Moe, you're too smart for my own good.

Beautiful thoughts, beautifully expressed.

May 12, 2008 3:50 PM  

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