The other day I jokingly tried to bribe my son with $100 to eat something new. It was spicy, hot Korean cauliflower bites. But he was not having it. Literally. Could not convince him in any way. I lamented to him that back in the day (when he was one through five years old) he ate everything and almost anything. He was adventorous, or I so proudly thought. Some people call me a foodie. A term I’m not particularly fond of. I eat all types of food and cuisines. I’d like to call myself open-minded. Anyway, I was talking about my son. Although, in actuality this is about me. Back to my son for a second.
He reminded me that he ate all those types of things because he was somewhat forced to. He didn’t know better. Now he has developed his tastes. I again lamented that it’s a shame he stopped liking those past foods. He reminded me that people change and tastes change. True enough.
There was a time, more than a decade, during which I was a vegetarian. That changed after an Emergency Room visit. Then there was a time that I was obsessed with blueberry pancakes. Now, they just don’t do it for me. I used to crave Key Lime pie. Now, I’ll occasionally have it. Our tastes do change. That’s a good thing if it leads to trying new things and not staying wedded to the same old, same old. It can be good to evolve. Although, I like my chips, risotto, coke zero, and gnocchi. Some things are just always going to be good.
Categories: childhood, Children, food, identity, Psychology
I like a lot more things than currently like me, and I’m a horribly picky eater.
But I’m trying to finish a book, and getting in an intestinal twist loses me writing days, plus pain, etc.
So I’m down to a few reliables that won’t attack. I don’t care. As long as I can get enough nutritionally varied stuff that will behave itself, I’m good.
That book isn’t finishing itself.
Oh My Goodness Maybe It’s Just my Memory
Yet Speaking of Evolving Change it Seems
i’ve Lived A Thousand And More Lifetimes
In Just one Life Yet Perhaps it Was All
Those Decades ‘Mirror Neuroning’
Character’s Lives In a Zillion
Shows on TV And Then
VCR’s Along With
Theater Yet Losing My Ability
For Input With Eyes and Ears Suffering
With That Stabbing Type Two Trigeminal
Neuralgia Pain in Both Right Sensory Organs For 66 Months
Wake to Sleep No Choice Yet to Write No Choice Yet to Write
And Now i Tell My Own Story no Longer Part of Someone Else’s Show…
Now i Have
A Choice i Dance i Sing Free
no Idea Before How Functionally
Disabled i Was Back Then Before
Yes When i Never Changed Enough…
i Thought it Was So Horrible We Just
Got A High Definition TV i Was Set For Life
to Watch to Watch And Watch Some More
Yet Now Time Flows It Just Flows in Creative Flow…