Sushi and such
I am writing this blog to announce my new freedom. It's weird I've not been my normal self for the past month or so. I've never been one to try new things, to talk to new or old people, and I definitely was never acting my age. But at 22, I've experienced a fountain of youth of sorts which has turned back the my internal clock, which was always set on African time even though I've always lived in California. (Africa is like 9 hours ahead of Cali), In other words I have an old soul. Or at least I had one.
I don't know what happened, A month and a half ago I quit my job, went to Boston to chill with some old college buddies and ended up 22 all of a sudden. I'm enjoying myself, clubbing on a regular basis, trying new things, just not acting like me. I would've thought it'd be weirder being a whole new person but it feels so much like me that I wonder why I'm tripping.
So my friend Nikki and I were at the Monsoon Cafe last weekend and suddenly I felt it a good idea to try Sushi. Okay, point of privilege. Can we talk about how I don't ever try foods from different lands, I hadn't eaten seafood in two years and I'm not the one to try anything new in the culinary realm. Like I said it wasn't me. But I suggested it and then convinced Nikki that it was good idea. So, we tried it. It was...special.
I actually had sashimi. That's what I found out later. No roll, no seaweed, just raw fish and rice. I didn't mind the taste. The consistency freaked me out. I have consistency issues. That is why when my grandma fed me oatmeal I thought she didn't love me. How can you be liquid and solid at the same time. Gummy, yet crunchy and all over slimy. Ewww...Oatmeal. With all that said for some reason I'd still try a sushi roll.
Why? Because something happened to me. At some point I subconsciously realized that I have wasted a lot of years trying to be mature and safe when it's really not my responsibility to be that. Apparently I put all of that regret into action and have lost my mind or have finally found it. I'm enjoying myself, we'll see what kinda shenanigans I can get myself into over the next couple of years, till I actually become old and stop electing to be so.
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