I chose the simplest one— chocolate fudge. It was familiar, comforting, and didn’t try to impress. Sitting by the window, I watched others make their selections. Some laughed and compared flavors, while others paused, reading the sign twice before deciding. No one seemed to take the message too seriously, yet many walked away quietly reflective.The moment wasn’t really about difficulty, but about recognizing patterns in what we naturally prefer. As I ate, I realized how often people are labeled the same way those chocolates were. Words like “too much,” “too reserved,” or “too sensitive” are often used when someone has layers that take time to understand.
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