Over the years, food has become anthropomorphic to me. I suspect everybody has specific resistances and infatuations to/loves and hatreds of specific food items. When I imagine others eating, I imagine they have vague associative sensations or memories with particular types of food. I suspect food has MUCH LOUDER/salient personality and association for me. Here are some foods that have particularly loud personalities in my experience:
Cheese: Mom. Easy and safe. Mundane. Comforting and provides the fatty and protein essentials off of which I can operate.
Burritos and fancy sandwiches: I always get the feeling they’re going to beat me up when I see them. My body anticipates the distension and braces. Intimidating and I don’t want them.
Shrimp: Messengers of parental abuse and disproval. Tiny, inescapable. Icky.
Macarons: My manic pixie dream girls. Colorful and joyous.
Sprouts: Allies. They’re tiny and spunky. Definitely less than bite-sized so not scary to try to digest. A little bit of food that keeps me going.
Indian and Thai dishes: AAAAAHHHHHHHHH so much food, so much overwhelming spice. They are the guy who keeps interrupting me and won’t shut the fuck up.
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