Melanie Troncoso
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Adventures on Myrtle Beach-Kirks Ice Cream!!
My husband and I went to get a sweet treat after some trash food *cries* and so we went to get some ice cream. IT WAS THE MOST flavorful ice cream I've ever had!. The flavor is very rich and creamy! My husband got the moose tracks ice cream on a regular sugar cone, and he thought it was great. I got the Blueberry Cheesecake Yogurt and it was ASTRONOMICAL! It wasn't too sweet, and it wasn't too flavorless. It also had cheesecake bits in it and it just made it even better. You will not regret coming here at all! Its really close to Luigi's Trattoria and Food Lion. They have a couple of benches around for people to sit on (outside of course) and they have the benches a safe distance away from other people (because as you know, COVID-19 and social distancing rules) But it was very enjoyable, on a bench right next to the shop secluded and private. It was great ice cream to enjoy on a wonderful Tuesday night. The Ice Cream was also Blue Bell brand so when its Blue Bell you know its fresh, and you know its dang near good! Especially if it's from the South. South Carolina overall hasn't disappointed me when it came down to dairy. I am from New York so having ice cream from a different state is pretty new to me, but I enjoyed it a lot. The Ice cream is rich in flavor, it's not overwhelming, it's not underwhelming. It's completely just right. The texture when it hits your tongue is very smooth. It's creamy and light, even diabetics can enjoy it! Their Moose Tracks Ice Cream is also very rich . It has Reese's cups and Oreo cookie chunks with vanilla ice cream and fudge swirls (which is called moose tracks) . But next time when I come back to Kirks which is maybe next year cause I'm from NY, I might get butter pecan or a sundae with multiple flavors. And they have tons of flavors, Banana Pudding, Birthday Cake, Black Walnut, etc. Flavors you never even heard of! Including 8 different types of cones which include cups and cones, single, double, triple, waffle cone, dream cone, sprinkles and extra toppings are just 90 cents. And its crazy because my husband loved it. and i kinda lost myself during this ice cream pick me up. I was thinking of just all the happy memories i had when i was just a small girl. Ice cream was my favorite type of treat in all time. Chips and just a can of juice used to keep me so full. I missed that. I miss all of that. I always think to myself what if I was living the life of ice cream, having people just enjoy me. And accepting me for who I am. I wish i was just as accepted in society just how people choose their choice of ice cream. During this time, I was on meds, so when you're on medication your thoughts just run wild. I wish I was also just as free as my thoughts. Free period. The breeze was so beautiful that night. All night I just kept thinking about how happy I was. But how lost I felt. Like I didn't have that security blanket I've always wanted to have. It was mortifying. When you have anxiety, everything feels scary. The knots in your stomach, the clammy hands, the marbles in your throat. Choking on every single blue marble there is with the green swirls. because all that sadness is built in each and every marble. but that green swirl is that sign of hope. the little itty bitty noise that comes out of your mouth, thats hope. hope that someone would hear you. hope that things in life will get better. even if it feels like you drowning in your own throat. it will get better, i told the night sky. It will get better.
By Melanie Troncoso5 years ago in Feast
Frantic Friday
I just feel so suicidal. It is not like I wanna die or anything. I just want to be heard. And everything hurts and it disperses and transverses into hate, anger, and makes me want to curse. At the world. My heart hurts. My throat is being stepped on by a million men. Walking on it like a bridge that can no longer keep itself up. Its weird to have such uncontrolled mind. It has many many thoughts of its own. And you are not a part of them at all. I woke up this morning, transfused with sadness, bitterness and anger. And I just want to shout at the universe. I want to scream at the top of my lungs. The air will forever feel cold to me. It will forever feel weird . It will forever feel like a distant nightmare. Every single breath I take, I feel like snow is just flooding my lungs. My esophagus burns. It all burns. And you’re in fear of even just speaking because of how scary it is. its terrifying. Sometimes it’s too much and you feel clueless. Your mind is spiraling like the topping of a cinnamon roll. And you think of the things that are comforting. Aren’t cinnamon rolls comforting. I look at my socks all the time. They have a spiral like shape on each side. I have green socks with Swiss rolls on them. I think to myself all the time, what would life be like if I were a Swiss roll? Would I be wanted? Would I be taken into? Or would I be swallowed whole like a Swiss roll? I just said that twice cause it rhymed. But you see how when you type certain words, you reveal your true authentic self each and every time even though it’s messed up? It’s the weirdest thing. Everything is going to feel weird at first. It’s going to be icky like catching cooties on the playground. I remember when that was a thing. I always had the illest cooties because no one wanted to be around me. I felt like Greg who ate the nasty cheese. No one liked me. And I never knew why. Is it because I seek comfort from animals? Is it because I like to wear weird clothes? Who knows. I was the oddball in middle school. All the way through high school. I was either too loud, too quiet, or didn’t have the best clothes. I didn’t wear Jordans and Adidas tracksuits like the other kids. I liked band t shirts, chokers, and platform buckle boots. I enjoyed listening to the deep sounds of rock, and could care less about Pop. You know? Does this all even make sense. When you have general anxiety like myself, your thoughts are practically everywhere. And I mean literally. EVERYWHERE. Its kinda like tiny Swarovski rhinestones that fall out of your pockets with the holes on the bottom. also like the kid on the polar express that lost that Santa bell from his sleigh. You seen how heartbroken and confused he was? Like he had no clue that Santa was going to send that bell back to him and he can literally shake it in the Christmas spirit. My head hurts typing this. My thoughts give me a headache. Its kind of like a tumor on your head. AndI’m using too many similes. Thats my issue. I compare everything to anything. And it only makes sense to me. When I wrote my poetry, my therapist just goes “you know this is good.” And I’m just like “how so?” And he says : “Melanie, the things you write just doesn’t make sense. And maybe things aren’t supposed to pull together or make sense. Maybe there’s just isn’t a correct way or a right way. We’re just a figment of each others minds.
By Melanie Troncoso5 years ago in Psyche
