I thought I already was a fruit...?
Mmmmm... I'd probably be a raspberry.
No, a kiwi.
Your first impression would be sort of frightening or cute, or lolwhut, depending on your outlook on life, previous childhood traumas, and whether or not you've ever owned a cat.
Peel back the weird outside (some people find this fuzzy, sometimes chewy exterior distasteful and irritating) and I'm sorta psychedelic lookin' on the inside. And green. With little black seeds that get stuck in your teeth and later embarrass you when you unexpectedly have to speak in public.
I try to be sweet rather than acidic, but if you don't let me lie in the sunshine for a day... I could have an edge.
Leave me alone in the fruit draw for a while -- I'll be fine. But if you leave me alone for too long... I will be all cold and mushy and sad when you return.
Mkay.
Stopping right there.
Over-thinking this big time.
I really am a kiwi...