Warning: this blog has pretty much nothing to do with my nightlife experiences this weekend. It does, however, involve popcorn - yummy!

You know those big tubs of popcorn with the three-way divider and there's butter, cheese and caramel popcorn inside? Well, I have one of these tubs and it has this cool Halloween decoration on it. It's pretty sweet. My Mom brought it up for me this weekend while she and my aunt and uncle were visiting.

Now, if you have any previous experience with these tubs o' goodness, you might find, like I have, that one section of the tub usually gets neglected. For me, this section is the caramel popcorn. Don't hate; you probably don't eat that part either.

It just kind of sits there and if you get a sweet tooth craving you might nibble on it, but other than that, it's like the black sheep of the tub. (I actually just ate some to remind myself of how it tastes and I can reaffirm for you my dislike. I swiftly moved to the butter popcorn in case you were wondering.)

I'm going to take a page out of Forest Gump's book and say life is like this tub of popcorn. At least my life is. Allow me to explain.

You're going to find people who are going to want to eat your favorite flavor, such as the artificial orange cheese flavoring. The people in your life who reflect that would basically be people who will want to rain on your parade and make you plain miserable. People like this would be professors who assign 23509827345 pages of reading over the weekends, or that person in your class who, when you get out of class five minutes early, reminds your professor that you still in fact have five more educational minutes to savor. 'Scuse?!

Then there are people who don't have any preference over what kind of popcorn they want to eat. They're happy just to eat the popcorn with you. These people would be your family, friends or pets. They'll eat a little bit of everything and let you eat your favorite because they like ya so darn much.

And then, there's that special someone you meet whose favorite flavor is your least favorite and things work out perfectly! For me, it's like finding someone who loves to eat all that caramel popcorn. Of course it would work out that my boyfriend hates popcorn, in essence compares it to glorified Styrofoam, and I could probably live on it for the rest of my life, but that's OK because this isn't real life, it's just an elaborate metaphor.

Yes, I realize I just metaphorically compared people with flavors of popcorn. But come on, you have to admit, it was a darn good metaphor.

Well, that's for another blog, friend. Have a good one!

--Erin