screwworldorder
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When I was really young, I kind of liked soup. I would have much preferred sandwiches with chocolate filling or anything that had excess sugar in/on it, but sometimes circumstance forced me to eat soup. My mother would occasionally be too tired to make a proper dinner and I would make do with soup. After fifteen minutes to an hour of kicking and complaining about how liquids did not count as a proper dinner (even as a child, I had an outstanding vocabulary and grasp of the English language), I would drink this liquid melancholy. Much like masturbating, I enjoyed it while I was taking part, afterwards I felt used and disgusting and wanted the evidence that I had taken part destroyed immediately.
I actually liked the taste sometimes, I was just really stubborn. If you told me what the flavour was, I wouldn't eat. Maybe I just liked the mystery of eating something unknown. Those few seconds as I raised my luminous yellow spoon to my mouth were riveting. It could be tomato, it could be veg. Who would truly know? With the exception of my mother who had both cooked and purchased said soup.
Now that I am older, I enjoy soup. There were a few years in my early teens where I despised it and then in my late teens, I was indifferent towards it at most.
It took a lot of courage to come out and say this. I hope people can relate to my struggle. I overcame a hatred associated with soup which was ingrained in my personality from a very young age, and a very developmental period for a human being.
I actually liked the taste sometimes, I was just really stubborn. If you told me what the flavour was, I wouldn't eat. Maybe I just liked the mystery of eating something unknown. Those few seconds as I raised my luminous yellow spoon to my mouth were riveting. It could be tomato, it could be veg. Who would truly know? With the exception of my mother who had both cooked and purchased said soup.
Now that I am older, I enjoy soup. There were a few years in my early teens where I despised it and then in my late teens, I was indifferent towards it at most.
It took a lot of courage to come out and say this. I hope people can relate to my struggle. I overcame a hatred associated with soup which was ingrained in my personality from a very young age, and a very developmental period for a human being.
