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popping
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Sometimes I feel like an unpopped kernel. That kernel differs from late-blooming flowers in that the other flowers don't get burnt (as a sacrifice) while waiting for the bud to open. They may live their lives and die, but I know of no effects of a late-bloomer in the flower world. Maybe if it were a tree or flower that was a certain sex, and there was only one other tree/flower of it's type in the area (then that would have results or lack pollination or something)... but I digress. I'm sitting here, munching on popcorn (what a nice break from a hectic day!) and I think about how there are always some seeds left unpopped. I wait as long as possible, giving them a chance, but then some of the other popcorn burns, and is it really worth it to have a few good kernels and ruin the rest? I guess I could personify the kernels, and think that the unpopped ones chose to be so; that they fought getting eatten in that form. Maybe they wanted to grow into stalks or something. So my wisdom of the day is to pop when you are heated (not to be mistaken with: 'bloom where you are planted.') My mom often tried to have me stay home or near the place I grew up, and would use that phrase, but I don't think I was getting the good dirt/nutrients I needed there to thrive. Going back to the other anaolgy, I sure do feel like someone's raising the heat/pressure here, and I do intend to pop- no matter who eats me or strings me on a Christmas tree.