“There is no love sincerer than the love of food.”
― George Bernard Shaw, Man and Superman

I was the pickiest eater when I was a kid.  Eggs, bananas, mushrooms, rice (I know scandalous, since I’m Asian…) and tomatoes were only a few of the foods I refused to touch.  Some I disliked because it tasted bad, and out of my mouth and onto the plate half eaten it would go.  With others it was just because of the look and or smell.

Nowadays I can’t even comprehend not liking a food before I’ve tried it, much less known what it is.  I’ve come to discover, when eating new things, its best not to ask until after you’ve eaten it (allergies and food restrictions being the exception of course).  Thanks to traveling, and not knowing the language spoken where I’ve been very well, I’ve tried a great many interesting things.  And retried a bunch of foods I thought I’d disliked.

My list of foods I dislike but will eat if I’m forced to has dwindled down to pretty much liver.  I hate liver, but I’ll eat it if I absolutely must.  If my mother were to serve it up on a plate in front of me for dinner, I’d probably whine about it, but out of respect for my mother I’d eat it.  As long as it wasn’t only liver on the plate.  I’d probably then throw the rest of it into a napkin and throw it away, but don’t tell her that.

Over the course of the years, I’ve learned the importance of respect.  Whenever I am invited to someone’s house for a meal, I always try everything on my plate out of respect and politeness to my host.  I find it disrespectful for someone to flat out refuse something being offered to them.  The fact that someone took the time to prepare for me a meal means that the least that I could do is eat it, try it.

It’s with this same mentality that I always give people I meet a chance.  I used to think I was a bad judge of character, but it’s more like I’m fair.  Everyone gets a chance.  That doesn’t mean that I don’t judge people on face value, but even so I won’t be cruel or mean to you.  I’m constantly reminding myself to not judge people off the silly things, like music tastes or looks or whatever else, but on who they are as a person.

I want to stop liking things just because I think people will think I’m cool and just like things just because I like them.  I’m not that way about food, so I think I can be that way about everything else too.  I like foods because they taste good, they smell good, and the feeling they give me when I eat them.  They make my tummy happy.  So it shouldn’t be that hard with everything else in my life too, right?  Like music, movies, tv shows, friends?  If I like things because I think people will think I’m cool, that just makes me insincere and everything else about my life a mirage.  It’s all an appearance, a show, it’s not real.  But I want people to like me for me, and I think that’s the most admirable aspect to a person.  Someone who is nobody else but themselves.  Is completely genuine.  That’s what I respect, that’s what I admire.  That’s what I strive to be, that’s the person I want to be.


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