"If nothing else, love the ground you'll turn into" - King Gendys I of Worania
So, I discovered I love peaches.
I ate a few good ones last summer, when I was reading through my Tall Tales collection. Nice stories, but not without substance, sometimes. Although they usually go for the easy, cheesy way.
I like how everyone instantly thinks I want to murder them whenever I look up to them as I lay there beside the oak tree in the Marion garden. Always, always. They are scared because they don't know what I'll do. I love that. They think I always do things backwards. Or wrong, anyways.
Maybe I do. Who knows? That's the thrill.
Anyway, I will now consume a peach every week. I don't care where I am. It is my peach-destiny.
Much like that story where the maiden asked the knight whether he could carry her back to the castle of her father, but only by holding her head against his right arm. He forgot and did it the other way around, and she turned into a squirrel and ran away in the woods. Turns out she was some kind of animal-human, and she was bound by this weird spell which could be triggered if the wrong instructions were followed (see the head up against the arm thing), the Tall Tales love them. Anyway, it's a cheesy one, but I liked the conclusion.
I think I got it, anyway. You see, journal, if you really want to do things right, by God, do them right. Don't cut corners. Even the small ones count.
That being said, I'm presently with a group of people who seem to cut a lot of corners.
It'll be fun asking them for peaches.