For the last 2 weeks or so I've seen a fruit at my local supermarket that I had never even heard of before called plout (at least that's what's on the sign at the store). I bought some and had my first plout the other day. It is about the size of a small apple, and round; Biting into it you find the pulp is like a plum both in appearance and somewhat in taste too just not quite as sweet.
I'm not a big wine drinker, but with the latest news stories of how a glass of red wine a day is good for you I bought myself a box of that too. (yes, a box not bottle). The unexpected result of that so far has been flashbacks to my alter boy days and stealing sips of the sacramental wine. This red wine reminds me a lot of the stuff our priest used way back in the dark ages when I was a kid. Don't let them kid you, if the alter children (they have girls doing it too now) are anything like when I did it, they aren't anywhere near as angelic as they seem during mass.
I've revised my personal metaphors for a person's personality.
I used to think we were a many sided gem. Who we are with, where we are, and what we are doing all determine what facet of the gem faces the world. I still do believe that, but I've added to that metaphor. The gem of a person's personality now has layers to it that build up over time. Under extreme stress the weaker outer layers peel away and we revert to older coping mechanisms and facets. When the stress is gone the layers return, sometimes changed depending on how long that layer had been ripped away from the gem by stress.