Staying Positive By Eating a Marshmallow


by Michelle Lipson - Date: 2007-04-13 - Word Count: 260 Share This!

I ate a pink marshmallow today. It was one of the big ones. It was allegedly strawberry flavor, and was the color of that icky powdered soap that used to be in the elementary school bathrooms when I was a kid.

Now, I am a sucker for packaging. Re-packaging. Flavoring. Sugar. Caffeine. Codine. Morphine. Whatever.

I realize that the pink marshmallow was not akin to the pharmacological bliss of some of the above mentioned items, but for pete's sake, I at least expected the 'mallow to taste, well, if not strawberry, than at least taste pink.

Now, I have had colored marshmallows before, mind you. I remember those pale colored mini marshmallows, kinda Easter colored actually from when I was I kid. But because this marshmallow was a giant marshmallow, with some excited writing on the bag, I expected a burst of strawberry goodness to explode in my mouth.

Actually, to be honest, the little pessimist in me already knew before I put in my mouth. Truth be told, as I felt the powdery dust on my lips, I instinctively felt that this 'mallow, pink or not, giant or mini, was going to be, well, just another good old 'mallow.

The thing that always makes me feel better at times like this (after the initial sting of predictable disappointment wears off, that is) is the fact that I know, nestled deep inside, snuggled close to the little pessimistic me, is the optimistic me, waiting, just waiting, to buy the banana flavored marshmallows when they come out, 'cause those ones are gonna be down right amazing.


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