Between The Squiggles

Day 6 of writing something-random-just-to-see-if-can-do-it-without-getting-conscious

Hmm. I’m here again.

I had an early dinner today, but still went out with my family for dinner. It was sushi night. I didn’t eat much, but I did taste a slice of salmon sashimi my sister was trying out. Delicious, as always.

Isn’t it strange how something can taste completely different raw than when it’s cooked?

I know I might sound silly, but sometimes the most familiar things hit you differently, and suddenly you’re seeing them in a new light.

I guess that’s why they always say you don’t truly know a person until you live with them. Like food, people change under heat – put them under stress, and you get a whole new flavor.

The only difference is when a salmon’s served hot, no one tells it to calm down. But then why do we say it to people? Because has anyone, in the history of humanity, ever calmed down because they were asked to?

If not the salmon, then maybe it’s the person – boiling, burning, breaking – who turns around and eats you alive instead.