Love The Way I Can't Lie (About Food)

Salam...

Last night dinner was a 'dislike combo', that's what I like to call it. Though I made the beef soup myself, since my mak asked me to do it, I made it. I hate it. I don't know why but I hate soup (except the creamy type like mushroom soup, Secret Recipe pumpkin soup, etc). And we ate it with yellow noodles - which is another thing in my dislike list. Why, of all things, I have to eat food that I don't like? I don't understand... I believe humans have the right to keep their options open - though they're still 'fed' by their parents, literally. Why when I was little, when I say "I don't want to eat this, and that, and I want to eat this and that!", they easily compromise? And why now, when I'm more hard-headed, have my own principle, have more ego, and endless list of likes and dislikes, I have to eat what I don't like? To say I'm not angry is a lie, since I felt forced to eat those food for at least 10 years, though not continuously. I just hope that when my mak or anyone else in the family want to eat anything that I don't eat, they'll let me buy something from KFC. Peace no war. Mak's cooking is still the best! (minus the things in my dislike list)

They said I'm choosy. Right, I have swallowed that accusation a few times. I don't feel embarrassed that I'm a picky one - I'm actually a minor case among other choosy people in the world. I eat veges, beef, chicken, fish, fruits, etc. See, I don't think I'm a picky eater after all, since I eat almost everything. But to make it clear (so people won't shove what I don't like into my mouth and make me vomit later), here's the thing in my dislike list:

Mi Bandung, Mi Rebus, whatever with Yellow Noodles except Mi Jawa, Asam Pedas (except Asam Pedas Ikan Pari & Asam Pedas Ayam), Pindang, Singgang, Sup Ikan, Sup Daging, Jus Mengkudu, Horlicks, and some other things that I couldn't recall.

Even typing these make me want to vomit...

People always question, how can a Muarian like me don't eat Mi Bandung, Mi Rebus and asam pedas? I've been thinking too but it's not a rule in any book either that if you are a Muarian, you have to eat those stuff. And I've found an easy and non-sarcastic answer, "I was born in Batu Pahat, actually". Clear win!

But... last night, I still had to eat those things. I'm supposed to eat a Mi Sup, but instead I ate a Sup Mi (cause I hate yellow noodles more than I hate soup). It doesn't taste that bad actually - well, to be honest it didn't taste bad at all. But since I already set it in my mind how much I hate the food, it still can't appear delicious to me. Not even close.

I think it's important to be honest about it. It's important that you know how to crinkle your forehead every time people shove you things you don't like in front of your face. It's important to know how to say 'NO'. Though these skills and the honesty aren't really important if you don't really give a damn, it's important for someone like me who has a sensitive stomach.

P/S: My bottom-left wisdom tooth is killing me! I don't understand why is it called wisdom tooth... It can't even grow! It has the least wisdom if compared to other teeth I already have! I think instead of giving me wisdom, it took my wisdom and sanity away from me...

By; Al-Falah