Speaks for Itself

Welp, my “pride” only hurts when I sit directly on it, lmao. It’s officially okay. Just a bruise with the pre-anticipated level of discomfort today. That’ll teach me to not keep my head down at all times.

*Grabs car seat pillow*

I had some “lunch” just now, and it was the Marketside Chicken & Dumplings Soup again. I chose to go for seconds instead of moving on to the next flavor, lol.

While I was grabbing that, I saw a random drink brand (will not mention its name) and tried it because of the price and some stuff it said on the can. In other words, I anticipated that it would be tasty because of the way the container looked and all the buzz phrases.

Let’s just say it didn’t break any records on the taste-o-meter. It wasn’t nasty, but it wasn’t fantastic, either. Wasn’t something I’d go to or look for again.

That experience made me think about some things a little bit.

Really good and authentic stuff doesn’t need to be fancy. It doesn’t need to shine the brightest or scream the loudest. A lot of the time, it just sits there quietly on a shelf. If passers-by see it, they see it. If they don’t, they don’t. They can take it or leave it.

For one to know its goodness, one must be willing take a chance on it. Invest a few bucks, crack the lid, and see what’s really on the inside after heating it up. I think that’s why I like this particular brand of soup (and other foods) so much. It doesn’t scream, “Hey, buy me because I’m this, this, and this.” It isn’t flashy or boisterous, and it doesn’t use illusions. It doesn’t make a bunch of promises or toot its own horn, either, lol. Instead, it very simply states what it is and what it doesn’t contain.

I love it because it’s confidently plain on the outside and hella good on the inside.