Today, I had to facilitate my new team’s ice-breaker session. I thought what better way to do that than subject the whole team to a painfully embarrassing question-and-answer game? While doing some Googling, I saw an interesting one. “If you were a fruit, which one would you be? Why?”
This one was a doozy! But I had to be able to answer this question myself. So I did some thinking and found the fruit that best defines me — the durian.
It’s my favourite fruit.
Tied with mangosteen for the first place in my heart, the durian is one of my all-time favourites. It’s delicious and packs a surprise; the fruits are sometimes sweet, sometimes bitter. Just like the king of fruits, I could be quite controversial too.
I’m an acquired taste.
Like the durian that’s rich in flavour, my personality could be too much for some people. Because of that, I’m aware I’m not for everyone, and that’s okay. Not everyone needs to like me. Those who love me, love me. And those who don’t, don’t.
I’m prickly on the outside, soft on the inside.
On the outside, the durian shell has sharp thorns that intimidate people, protecting the soft fruit inside. Likewise, once you get past my chronic case of RBF, you’ll find out that I’m a soft person. It’s a defense mechanism I guess, but it helps with boundaries (which I’m still learning to set).
I’ve been said to be ✨exotic✨.
The durian is native to Southeast Asia. Like me. But to the rest of the world, it’s an exotic fruit. I’ve had people tell me I have an exotic look on more than one occasion. Since they used the word, I’m claiming it.