Today I'm Thinking About Ice Cream Metaphors

Personally, I find the word brain slightly less than endearing. The brain is just spongey whatever floating around in juice and relates to words like neuron and synapse. Brain hardly conjures a pleasant image. That being said I am a major brain fan. In that, it should be used.

The literal anatomy of the brain may not be my particular cup of tea, but the concept of brains, or thinking, is A++ in my book. Brains, smarts, intellect = thumbs up.

Now let us talk about something that is endearing. Ice cream. Literal ice cream. Now that is my cup of tea. Or shall I say bowl of frozen dairy product? Ice cream is delicious and indulgent. Something to be craved. Unfortunately today the remembrance of a metaphor is causing a decreasing interest in this frozen treat.

So perhaps your curiosity is begging, how do brains and ice cream relate? Allow me to enlighten. They don't. We may wish that ice cream could think, but it cannot. Perhaps when ice cream was younger it had the ability to think. But I'm fairly sure that ability fades with age.

Ice cream is brainless, and ice cream is scared of commitment. Ice cream can't define exclusive whilst living in exclusivity. I'm not just talking about personal ice cream drama. I'm talking about all the stupid flavors that taunt the ladies with their smoothness and suave and good lookingness.

I'm am concluding now that ice cream totally sucks, because ice cream is a chicken and is good for nothing. Ice cream makes you fat and unhappy. Lisa wishes that enjoying ice cream didn't involve emotion. Laurie's wishing ice cream was decisive. I'm wishing ice cream wouldn't masquerade as favorite and then relocate. And we're all wishing ice cream could be smarter.

P.S. Happy birthday flavor #3. I miss you regardless of the brains.