First there were egg yolks. No, steak. I liked it, I think, but then I saw one (at eye level) on a table, running red juice and was seized by revulsion. Also, the muscle fibers.
Then there were egg yolks. I loved sunny side up eggs, dipping toast into the mess, until one split second when all my understanding of egg yold rearranged itself in my mind and again, revulsion set in, never to diminish.
Liver=revulsion, inability to swallow, hours-long gag reflex practice.
Then there were adult things to suddenly realize I disliked: Rick, for instance. Nice enough boyfriend for those three months, but then one day, during a petulant display (his), revulsion set in. Never did see him again.
And semi-boyfriend Johnny, too, come to think of that, back in the 90s. Changing my mind about him was more about the revelation of his cocaine habit. It scared me and I disembarked. Same too with husband. Easy to leave when things are ugly+dangerous like that. Weird when they morph back into your long lost whatever. For him, detox+five months+ death threats from sad junkies= revulsion.
Indigo-by-Clark’s shoes. What a mix: must have styling on 90% of the shoe, frequently botched up a bit by an understyled toe. Ruined by an unfinished bit, much as the loathed PT Cruiser is ruined by the hood or that 10 years-back Corvette was by the uncarved, bar-of-soap shape of its backside. Still: I’ve had my share of pairs and sadly… they feel wonderful for an hour, until the wallowing of your arch (because it is too “sensible” on the inside) causes massive foot cramps.
And Keens. I just can’t look down on oversized, dipped-in-rubber feet anymore.
And my school. I was very patriotic until they did not cooperate with my summer plans — this, technically, is known as a “snit.”
I can politely eat red meat in social situations where I have to. I will not eat egg yolks. I will not probably buys Keens, but will probably get more Indigos until someone somewhere invents something nonwallowey. I will not date drug dealing boys from martial arts class, will not look back dumping petulant investment brokers, and will never, under any circumstance, have liver.
