Can resilience be undercooked?

 I have been here before. 

Blogging my little heart out at the cusp of a huge revelation. Some of my choiciest consumer habits are outdated. Drinking chocolate is one of them. The girls advertising chocolate are massively younger than me and I say, "Go for it!" Happiness of drinking a hot chocolate is in the overall flavour and warmth, and in the palpability. I choose this word to epitomize the angst of adaptation of people who eat packaged foods. How does something become almost tangible with nutrition wrapped in flavour and convenience - I do not procure straight off the chocolate or plant protein based milk farm. 

What is tangible in consumption passed the etiquette of exchange. My wallet is full of fist pumps. You provide and I dig in to it.

My community funded shopping precinct is heavy duty. It rocks across divisions of labour and scheduling. It surmises all the rules of middle class membership and worship. Why wouldn't you call this polite society? 

I can give you a protestor's reason. We live outside the box. 

And in the box is all the hurt an ecosystem can tolerate.