A whole lot of things have been happening over the past week, sending me ricocheting through a whirlwind of emotional and physical state, so to speak. I’m not sure whether it applies to everyone, but in times of uncertainty as such, I almost always find myself scurrying to find a place within the vortex, a sanctuary of tranquility whilst I attempt to make sense of the cacophony of thoughts surrounding me. Being the typical introvert that I am, it is commonly the embrace of monotonous solitude and the inevitable inner voice that paints the setting of silent comfort, as I saw it. Yet as oftentimes I’ve mused, and as frequently proselytised by my mother to her youngest, it is the very silence that could be much too deafening for one’s repository to withstand. And it is then that I’ve grown to learn that just like warm toast with spread, identical twins with matching outfits, rainy afternoons with naps, and ice-cream with cake, certain journeys are meant to be taken with company.
These days my appetite fluctuates erratically somewhere along the lines of mourning the dearth of any gastronomical urge, to an irrational ravenous dive into uncharted terrains of epicurean indulgence. Whilst my unpredictable appetite may not be all that new to me, the concomitant [metaphorical] headache that accompanies it each time never fails to annoy me. Yes, I do realise that at this point I sound like a fussy 3-year-old picking through her plate of greens. And yes, it doesn’t make it sound better by saying that my go-to choice of appetiser is laden with sugar. And I would pretty much have it for breakfast, brunch, lunch, tea … and well you get the idea.