decidedly unreflective

when i was a child, i remember the first time i had a jumburrito. in
fact, i had two, and was as full as i can ever remember being, but i
was convinced in that moment it was the best thing i'd ever tasted in
the entirety of all worlds. do you remember that? your food memory is
different than mine i'm sure. unless you lived in west texas. then,
and only then, could you know the divinity that is jumburrito. then
you would know the entire severity of the flavor that just takes over
your mouth, and the taste that is all there is in creation for a few
moments. i was one, savoring the flava. i swallowed it down and was
convinced that that was the one, only thing i wanted to eat for the
rest of my life. i couldn't imagine that i could get tired of the
taste. there were other things that were as magical as that first
jumburrito. i'm sure your favorite food memory is just as magical.

but then you eat it again, and maybe it's almost as good, say 99% as
good. but you can't stop there because it's just too delicious. you
have to have some more. so you eat more, and then more, and after a
while you get used to it. and then you grow up, suddenly you're not a
kid anymore, and you've had this stuff a thousand times. it's still
good, but you get the feeling you don't want it to be your only taste
for eternity. and you discover flavors down the road from there, and
that childlike sensation is gone.

i know that even if i ate the best thing in the entirety of my world
now, it wouldn't be the same as jumburrito was when i was a child so
long ago. i think i've gotten used to tasting in general. you grow up.
you put away all that stuff, the stuff, that as a child, you thought
would last forever.

yeah, you're right. i'm not really talking about food here.

ghost