Irrelevance

Oranges

I stared at the fruits in the bowl, looking for inspiration but all I saw was orange.  I really wasn't quite fond of orange but I feverently enjoyed oranges.

Then I pondered that if I were an orange would I like myself more?

Perhaps but I don't suppose oranges have conscious thought... do they?

What if they did...

Maybe they'd complain about being named after such an obnoxious colour and ask why they couldn't be green instead. Then the watermelons, pears and kiwis would complain that they're  too mainstream and ask why they can't they be red or yellow. Then the bananas, mangos and the strawberries would tell them off because they don't want to be mainstream either.  Then they'd all fight about it and eventually settle that they're fine just the way they are.

Of course, soon after, the litchis would complain that they're too transparent and the coconuts would fuss that their hair is too brittle but without it they'd be too pale.

There'd be arguments all around and once again it will be begrudgingly settled.

Though, deep down, the orange still feels too obnoxious and the watermelons, pears and kiwis still feel too mainstream, and the bananas,  mangos and strawberries would still be pissed off, and the litchis too vulnerable, the coconuts too indecisive and all the fruits so opinionated on things so irrelevant, that they simply forget to look at the bright side.

We're lucky they don't have a conscious. They'd cause far too much unecessary drama.

So as I stared at the orange and thought about it all, I pondered upon petty human insecurities and opinions and figured that maybe they're the lucky ones for not having a conscious.

With so many thoughts and so much to say without anyone to listen, maybe life as an orange wouldn't be so bad...