If I were a bowl of Skittles …

20 Sep

skittleus

 

Despite all the times I’ve spaced out – while waiting on a red light, during my college political science class, vacuuming – to name just one-tenth of one percent of likely scenarios – I’ve not once thought of myself as a “Skittle.” A rock star and supermom – much taller or course – but never once have I thought of myself as a Skittle.

 

In fact, I’ve never thought of Skittles as people. Imagine, all those lost hours and not one focus on candy representing a group of people. (In full disclosure, I did have a housemate who referred often to me as a “Fruit Loop,” a comparison I am not sure was complimentary.)

 

The thought of me as a Skittle hits me now as it has everyone. Donald Trump Jr yesterday suggested that if you had a bowlful of Syrians, I mean Skittles, and just three would kill you, would you take a handful?

 

My answer, “Hell, ya!” I happen to love Skittles. Very sweet yet simultaneously slightly sour. Color? Oh Skittles come in bright, vibrant bursty colors. Yellow. Green. Orange. Red. But it’s not the color. It’s the taste of Skittles that I love. Just enough of a sweet shell to crack before savoring that ooey, gooey sugar high on the inside. Yum.

 

A super-sour-sugar high zips straight to the brain via some express autobahn to the serotonin and dopamine lying around like couch potatoes. Hit with the Skittle zip, those little neurotransmitter-spuds mope no more. They are at full attention. I can feel them bopping around like they’re at a giant dance party. I can see the strobe lights flashing in every color of the Skittle rainbow. All this from a single piece of candy smaller than a dime.

 

And the more the merrier. Keep the party flavors flowing.

 

So, back to the question, partially paraphrased: If you had a bowl of Skittles and you told me three would kill me, would I take a handful?  My answer remains, “Hell ya!” I’d never want to miss out on a good time even at the highly unlikely risk of death.  And if I could be the life of the party, I say call me a Skittle anyday!

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8 Responses to “If I were a bowl of Skittles …”

  1. Carol J. September 20, 2016 at 6:59 pm #

    Whooo Hoooo! You’re back, Ms. Alcatt!

  2. Crystal M. Trulove September 21, 2016 at 10:21 pm #

    Great response. I, for one, was rendered speechless at the idea. So glad you were able to speak some sense into the world. I am *crazy* about Skittles. Did you make that image? I have this sudden urge to do Skittle art now.

    • Louisa May Alcatt September 23, 2016 at 6:52 pm #

      Hi Crystal, No, I have neither the time nor talent to create scenes from Skittles, the way some people recreate the ‘Last Supper” from Peeps. No, just a lazy Internet search and there you are. Nice to cat-ch up with you again, LMA

      • Crystal M. Trulove September 23, 2016 at 7:21 pm #

        Well, good choice on the image anyway, and cat-ching up is always a good thing. And hey, there’s a compliment in there: I think of you as a woman who would build stuff!

  3. roughwighting October 1, 2016 at 1:51 pm #

    WHoa – I almost missed you here. Are you BACK? I hope so. Yeah, I was rather disgusted with the Skittles comment from the Junior Trump. But let’s face it, considering the source….

  4. LB October 2, 2016 at 7:15 pm #

    There you are!
    I think of you often! In fact, I hosted an event to encourage women to run for public office and to support those who have already decided to run, and was so happy to show off all my Votes for Women items.
    Skittles … what an &*%$

  5. Sheila October 12, 2016 at 3:30 pm #

    Hahah – I’m willing to take that risk too. Reading this made my mouth water for Skittles and margaritas! 🙂

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