Monday, August 20, 2007

I hate mints

Peppermint, spearmint, after dinner mint, mint chocolate, most toothpastes-if it’s mint, I hate it. So it is with some oddness that I find myself popping mints in my mouth. Is this like some lesser version of cutting myself?

Or maybe this is some sort of weird analogy for life? A strong, sickly sweet slap to the face, then a cool breath of relief afterwards? Hard times before the good? I can buy that. Winamp finishes up with Kaiser Chiefs, fades into Kansas and then rolls into Kanye West. I take a deep breath, and then exhale minty cool.


mm said...

how often do you punish yourself with mints?
is it an every day thing or just special occasions?

Across The River said...

mm: Are you trying to diagnose my mint masochism?