C is for Cookie that's good enough for me

Wanna know what I like. cookie dough.

Straight up raw egg in all its glory.

"don't eat too much of that, you'll get sick"

Sick? Nah, 21 years and it hasn't fazed me yet.

It sure makes me wonder though, how come the uncooked goodness of cookie dough is better (in my own opinion) than the cookies it's intended to be? Could this be an analogy of life?

Could cookie dough symbolize the natural state we all begin in? The make-up less, tan-less, fashion less people that we are created as? The un-spiced up version, the one that is truly better than the warm, gooey, addition of makeup and hair spray?

I only write this now as I look at my frizzy hair. Most days I get home from campus and happen to pass a mirror in my apartment. My usual thought, woooow I don't remember looking like that when I left for school. Somehow the few hours I spend on campus manages to wipe off all of the little makeup I began with, frizz the hair, mess up the outfit, and leave me looking like a mess. Straight up mess.

I go to school looking like this:

And come home a few hours later looking like this:

No wonder all the guys I smile at throughout the day don't hesitate to look the other direction.

What is it though, magic I tell you. Black magic I think, cause it sure isn't the good kind. Okay maybe I just don't know how it happens. And okay... slight exaggeration. I never look like the top picture, the bottom is usually where I start and end up...

Anyway

I choose to compare myself to cookie dough. Why? Because I can. Why else? Because I like cookie dough.

Other people may not like it, they may think it's gross, but personally...I like it better. It is easier, more natural,  and all in all...more me.

So call it a stretch or not, I just made a life analogy to cookie dough. Why? Also because I can. Why else? Because i'm eating some right now and it's dang good.