Lately, I've been addicted to roasted peanuts. That's really neither here nor there, I just felt like sharing. I bought a jar for our road trip to Oregon--thinking that would be a good way to get protein into The Rock Star while we were trekking. I ended up devouring most of the jar. Last week I bought another jar for our road trip to California which we'll be taking next week. Given that it's currently half full, I'm thinking it won't survive until we leave next Wednesday. See how I did that there? See how I said it was half full and not half empty? That does not give you insight into whether I'm an optimist or a pessimist. Truth be told, I'm neither. I like to think of myself as an Ideal Realist. Hint: That's so not a real thing.
But it's exactly what I am. A basic working definition of idealism is the act or practice of envisioning things in an ideal form. The definition of realism is the inclination towards literal truth and pragmatism. I'm totally inclined to see things the way they are and the way they have been. Therefore, I highly doubt that both of my boys will be angelic little cherubs on our peanutless road trip next week. But! (You're not even supposed to start a sentence with that word, let alone make it a sentence all by itself! Red pen clad English teachers would convulse if they could only see me now. Anyway.) But! I envision a road trip where they are peaceful from start to finish--my kids, that is, not the English teachers. While I assume the worst (realist) I hope for the best (idealist).
That's so not even what I started writing about though. What I wanted to know is if you've ever had completely bizarre cravings pop up out of the middle of nowhere. And they do not count if your unborn child was demanding venison or Pop Rocks or jalapenos or laundry detergent. No, seriously, I've heard of that happening. But pregnancy doesn't count. No unborn children going on here. Just a somewhat sudden and incredibly odd attraction to roasted peanuts. For real, I'm considering asking this jar out on a date. Yes, of course I'm consuming them as I type. We're in a relationship.
So what things can you suddenly just not live without?