Today, my morning snack seemed to be quite lackluster. It was a mere bowl of cottage cheese alongside a grapefruit. After an hour, though, I had not yet eaten the grapefruit. I had, however, prepared it for consumption. Unfortunately, my taste buds were not looking forward to the flavor, and so I didn’t mind “forgetting” to eat that portion. But…

Then I looked to my right, and I saw it—the face of desperation!

My grapefruit looked at me, longing to be eaten!

It appeared so forlorn that I decided to take a bite.
MISTAKE!??? SO SOUR…SO NASTY-TASTING!
It’s no wonder it wanted to be eaten! It was apparently PAST its prime and was merely begging me to put an end to its life. I’ve never even thought about the subject of Euthanasia of fruit, and so was at a loss! Do I continue to eat this bitter fruit, giving it at least some MEANING to its small life? Or do I throw the dastardly-tasting produce into the trash-can and forget it ever existed? The latter seemed TOO heartless.

“FOR THE GOOD OF FRUIT-KIND, I SHALL EAT THIS GRAPEFRUIT, AND GIVE SIGNIFICANCE TO ITS PITIFUL EXISTENCE!!!!!!!!!!”

That was the exact thought I shouted from the rooftops inside of my brain.

Then, I ate the fruit…and smiled.