Potato or Onion

I’m bringing indifference to a new level – life and whatnot, major paper on Friday morning and not quite prepared for it.

Recently, somebody told me about being a potato or an onion. Adapted from Shrek, it is a simple theory that being a potato is someone who is what you see is what you get. An onion, on the other hand, has got many layers hence it refers to someone who is more complex. So how do you determine whether you are a potato or an onion? I reckon it will be nice to have more potatoes around but potatoes do not necessarily suggest happy optimistic people and as to being more complex do not conform purely to the negative aspects. The thing about coming up with a profile of yourself, most people often portray what they want to be akin to or presume how they are like in place of what they really are. Besides, who is certain that there is no possibility that the simplicity is a façade?

That is merely a shower thought; the land of jolly people is treating me fine. I spend time with my houseys, we cook, we bake, we drink, and we go to the beach and the Caversham wildlife park. The kookaburras, koalas, kangaroos, wombat and wolves are awesome! I made a friend who talks into a tropical girl like me, striving against the cold to play in the icy rain on an autumn night as the boys shampoo with a garden hose when the rain is not heavy enough. Ordinary stuff but heaps of fun! Then there is ice-skating at Cockburn, camping at Mundaring, making friends with the dogs at Shirley Strickland, all in this beautiful nippy fall I wish I’d never forget. The pictures after the crunch time, mmkay.

Nevertheless, I never cease to miss my home in some ways.