pb&j.

the thing about peanut butter is it's particularly sticky. annoyingly sticky at other times. attempting to get attached to everything it comes across from the jar, to the knife, to the toasted slice of bread. but there's one thing that will forever be resistant to peanut butter. jelly. doesn't matter what kind. strawberry. grape. raspberry. (i don't know if a raspberry jelly exists, but i just needed a third flavor. weird spelling...) no matter how much peanut butter tries to stick to jelly, the jelly always slides off and eventually oozes out of the sandwich if it can't stand being around the peanut butter anymore. so the peanut butter just says, "what the heck, jelly? why won't you stick with me?" and jelly says, "why would i want to? i'm my own ingredient." they argue a little, and then that's it. so why do the two supposedly go well together?

as different as the two seem, peanut butter and jelly really do make a perfect match. pb&j. it's like fate. they really are two opposites, but they work. it's been proven by a little dancing banana. i wonder if the rest of life could turn out so well...