Am generally more popular among people who know me well as a glutton . My dad often opined I should have been born to a roman since eat, drink and... defined me well. I love food. I hate being a grown up because of the restraint that one faces especially if your family wants you to be a 'lady' of etiquette. I hate the loss of freedom with which I could tear yummy chicken flesh with both my hands. You are excused if you are hardly three then they start disturbing your natural self. I hated the etiquette sermons especially if they happened just when I would sink my white tools against heavenly fried chicken. My family had a tough time taking me out for dinners. I hated the artificiality, the restraint on freedom to eat any way I want. They did not seem to understand that the time taken to observe the etiquette would mean losing precious moments of heavenly bites and licks. I felt happy(still feel happy) spreading etiquette with my fingers than waiting for the butler to fetch the right tool to spread it.
I do love people but I love chicken more. I have always tried to refine myself to a higher level of thought.As they say when you grow up you must learn to refine your taste. But however hard I try beside a plate of tasty fried chicken all sentiments, principles ,values and etiquette stand by in vain. Sometimes in my frustration to love people more I have even momentarily(the zillion of a micro second)wished that chicken never existed. I would love the chicken more the moment I saw it being fetched , I would love my mother more as she cooked it, then feel that love transfer to it on my plate, love my brother less as I scooped the bigger share, love myself less if I spilt a morsel of it.A friend suggested I should refine my mind enough to see the world in a bigger picture without being overwhelmed with chicken. I have tried to feel less love for chicken and more for my own breed,and.... am still trying.
