There’s this bush by my house.

It just sits there minding its own business,

but every June ,

it reminds me that it’s a lilac bush.

This unassuming green bush blossoms in an amazing display of purple flowers.

And the perfume… worth the cost of the allergy meds.

Now, it doesn’t care who watches it,

or,

What anyone thinks of it.

It just is what it is,

Does what it does,

And is unassumingly amazing.

So… I got to thinking,

As a society we don’t admire lilac bushes.

We don’t say “as beautiful as a green lilac bush”,

Or “give me a dozen branches of little green leaves please.”

No.

We want the roses,

Tulips,

Carnations,

You know,

the extroverted parts of decorative plants forcibly bred to display their reproductive organs… for the pleasure of others.

Yeah,

well… kind of like how we are evolving online,

Displaying our attractive parts,

Sometimes our actual reproductive parts…

For the pleasure of others.

… next time I’m tempted to get flowers for someone,

Maybe I’ll just get them some nice fruit.