Option D

This is a test. I'm just testing the waters, slowly preparing for a cannonball launch off the top diving board. If all goes well here, I might continue this new blogging "trend" later. For all I know, this could turn into an online diary of a mentally unstable teenager spewing toxic thoughts and ideas to the sky.

On a whole different subject, I gained a person's trust today. This wasn't the average high school,"I trust you enough to know my locker combination" type of trust, this person completely opened up to me. It started with simple conversation about global economy and philosophy, but exploded into life stories and traumatic events. Story after story poured out, filling my head with new insights. 
When someone vents to me, I usually patiently wait for the right time to input my opinion, but in this case, as soon as the "what if's?" started spewing out, I had to intervene. 
This particular rant went on for about a half hour and I meant every syllable. I told her, you can't sulk in a pool of past misfortune. You can be sad or angry or disappointed only momentarily, but constantly filling your head with negatives will give you a migraine of congested insanity. I see four different options you have at this moment. Option A: You quickly cut me off and continue your onslaught of personal narratives (which she did not choose). Option B: You patiently wait, just as I did, then happily disregard everything I said (she didn't like this one very much). Option C: You quietly and attentively, listening to every single word and proceed to live like a mindless drone, following my advise as though it were orders (this didn't seem very appetizing to her either). Or Option D: ... I could see her think. She went through the options like a checklist.
Option 1. no
Option 2. nope
Option 3. No
Option 4...
And that's when she asked, "What's Option 4?"
The answer was simple and yet extremely complicated like the birthday card from a very senile grandmother or the thought processes of a small child.
I explained that Option 4 is anything you want it to be. It could be a warm sunny day after a week of thunderstorms. On the other hand, it could be a scorching drought, lasting for months. Option 4 is your greatest ally and your worst nightmare. Option 4 is a barrage of sweet, spicy, savory, sour, salty attacking your tongue and paralyzing your senses. Option 4 is Option 4...
She took it better then I thought  and looked as though she understood completely. Oddly enough, she took a deep breath and calmly continued her stories, but with a little more tenacity then before. Frankly, I was surprised that this seemingly happy person had so much hidden beneath a big Cheshire cat grin. I guess that shows that you can't really ever judge a book by its cover (sorry for being cliche).