There is much to be said for plain vanilla. It’s my favorite ice cream. I like it in cakes and custard too.
When it comes to personalities, plain vanilla is the red-headed stepchild. It’s the wallflower. The one that you wonder if they have a personality.
When it comes to a pet, it’s the one most likely to be overlooked. Everyone wants a loving ball of fur.
I adopted a plain vanilla cat — not by color but personality.
Cowering in the back of a cage not making a sound, not particularly attractive with an oversized body or an undersized head depending on your perspective.
No personality at all. Or maybe a personality that she keeps hidden. Just waiting to go back to the shelter where she could hide in the corner or under something.
I’ve known people like that too. I can think of a few from high school. Perhaps they were late bloomers. I’ll never know.
Some people are plain vanilla under a more colorful exterior. It’s more accepted. A flamboyant exterior but as you peel back the layers, it’s vanilla in all its glory.
We are plain vanilla at one point or another. It could happen after a divorce or the death of a loved one. You just want to be left alone. No need to be funny or entertaining. Or even civil. Especially civil. Stay away please.
There are people who spend an entire life in the plain vanilla valley, loving the simplicity there.
Some creatures evolve. My cat evolved. Sort of. She will never be a friendly lap cat. If you stop by you will never see her. She is too busy counting the fuzz balls under the bed. This is important work that only gets done when we have company. Otherwise she is depositing fur on some piece of furniture in public view.
Left to her own time table she can be friendly. Sort of.
Personally I’m more of a cherry Garcia person myself. Some people are little more nuts. How about you?
How would you describe your personality?