Sometimes, when I eat a grape, I give it a pep talk first. “Hey, look, my dude. It’s ok that you didn’t become a wine. Not every grape is turned into alcohol, or has its extracts turned into flavoring Dimetapp. Sometimes you can just be you.” And then I eat the grape and it gets crushed between my teeth and is dissolved by stomach acid. Anyway, be yourself. Maybe someone will eat you whole one day.