I took a lot of psychology classes in college because I found it interesting to learn how people’s minds worked. There was this one activity where everyone in class had to bring something that described him or her. One of my classmates, the “heartthrob” in class, was called first. He brought his backpack in front and took out a plastic bag. He didn’t open it, saying it would stink. It happened to be cordon bleu. Something that he bought two weeks ago and never took out from his backpack.
He said he was like the cordon bleu. He “tasted” so good with all the goodness inside him, but everyone always appreciated just his looks. And because of that, what was inside him remained hidden. It would soon rot because no one dared to look at what’s in there. All I could say was—I’d never look at cordon bleu the same way again.
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