Breakfast Cereal Can Make The Man

The kind of cereal a man chooses to eat for breakfast says a lot about his personality, his goals for the future, and his ability to interact with other people.

For instance, a man who sits down and has a bowl of Raisin Bran for breakfast, is a man who believes in the benefits of a healthy diet, staying fit and trim, and treating his fellow human beings with respect. He is a no-nonsense kind of guy, believes in getting "the job" done at any cost, does not dilly-dally around, and probably doesn't even know what "dilly-dally" means.

The Raisin Bran man is a good provider, a man's man, and an excellent catch for any woman.

A man who sits down and has a bowl of Honey Nut Cheerios for breakfast, is a man who likes tradition, takes very few risks, doesn't really worry about the future, and enjoys being with old friends from the past. He doesn't mind taking the road less traveled (just as long as he gets his job done at the end of the day), but is practical enough to know he better take along his GPS.

The Honey Nut Cheerio man has a middle-income job, mows his yard every weekend, and wishes he had a swimming pool like his neighbors.

A man who sits down and has a bowl of Captain Crunch for breakfast, is a man who is comfortable with his inner child. He's not that concerned with his health, his pants are a little bit too tight, but he knows how to talk and act like a pirate, and is a hit with all the neighborhood kids. He's spontaneous, doesn't mind adventure, refuses to wear a watch, and is often late for work.

The Captain Crunch man may or may not have a steady job, he likes to flirt with every pretty lady he meets, and has a reputation around town as being eccentric, but harmless.

I, on the other hand, am a man who prefers to mix Lucky Charms with Frosted Flakes and Fruity Pebbles -- all in the same bowl. I would say I not only embrace my inner child, but I take him out to the playground, play catch with him, and teach him how to burp the alphabet backwards. I am in no way concerned with my health (physical or mental), I believe I will live forever, and my heroes include Larry, Moe, and Curly.

The Lucky Fruity Flake man, as I call myself, has a decent job, hates doing adult chores like mowing the yard or brushing his teeth, and is mostly frowned upon by the adult population for being really weird.

Of course, all of these generalizations concerning man and his breakfast cereal are the opinions of the Lucky Fruity Flake man -- so I'd consider the source if I were you.