A strange rant about food
Ok, I’m going to level with you.
I’m sure I’ve mentioned it at least once (more than likely in a meme somewhere), but I HATE fruit. As in loathe it. I don’t even like to be in the same room with fruit. It’s that serious. The smells of most fruits make me want to vomit and I will avoid walking thru the produce section at all costs. When I see people eating fruit, to me it looks like this:
Overall I’m a picky eater and I HATE that fact. Yes, I’ve heard the whole “Have you tried blah blah blah.” Or “Maybe your taste buds have changed and blah blah blah.” This isn’t something overnight, it’s been a constant my whole life. I’ve heard every argument, every rebuttal and I’ve even tried foods to appease people who just can’t wrap their heads around it I’ve tried fruits, I’ve tried certain foods. Nothing has changed. Don’t like taste or texture of them. Smell of them makes me want to run for the hills. And yes, feel bad because it limits what I eat. Considering my situation and where I live I think I’ve done very well to try a lot of foods I have tired.
I came to Korea and I decided “Hey, let’s try to get over this. You know the foods going to be different than that you eat at home. You got to try this.”
And so I did. For the first two months of being in Korea I tried new foods. I tried all the random shit that was shoved in my face by people and you know what? Either the taste didn’t appeal to me or it made me vomit. Yeah, there were a few things I learned to like (I still don’t know the name of that stew stuff I like to eat downtown. I just know to point at the menu and make sure I have plenty of rice and/or bread to cut down on the spicy sauce.) but overall, Korea’s food pallet drives me insane.
And you know what? I know it’s strange. I don’t LIKE being the odd one out when I go out with friends and everyone want Indian/Kembap/ insert random food here. I don’t like being “THAT” guy because everyone just looks at me funny. Do I know that fruits and veggies are good for me? Duh. But eating it is like being told to go clean your room or wash the dishes. “I’m eating this because I HAVE to. I’m supposed to. I don’t like it. Hell, it’s making my stomach churn. But it’s good for me so I better choke it down!”
It’s like the greatest practical joke on me ever.
How serious is it? I would be willing to see if someone could hypnotize me into liking fruits and different foods. Maybe someone can mentally mind-fuck me into believing I like this stuff instead of cringing every time I see people biting into watermelon or a strawberry (I’m not joking about that. It looks fucking sick to me when I see people at those things).