- Be told that you are having pork loin
- Think about what that is
- Make a mental diagram of a pig in your head
- Think about where a loin is
- Realize the startling implications of eating a pig's loin
- Become traumatized
There you have it. The day, today, where I have become oddly terrified of eating this pork that will be made in two to three hours.
Do I have to? Is this meat really from where I'm thinking? I think I need to look at an official pig anatomy guide.
Pork is pig, right? I'm having so many doubts about the meat I will soon ingest.
And then digest.
Pork is pig, beef is cow, chicken is chicken, fish is fish, roadkill tastes like chicken, and shrimp is disgusting.
And then every other meat tastes like chicken. This is how I live out my life, my brain works like that, and it tells me what things taste like and what they actually are.
I could google it.
But that would take away the mystery and slowly onsetting terror.
1 shout outs:
It's the Matrix that makes everything else taste like chicken.
Not really.
But it seems like a logical answer.
I suppose I am a very lucky person. If you ever have the opportunity, you should go to an opera, they can be really quite fun.
And, yes; your taste in music is exceptional. Although I strongly disagree with Dynamite by Taio Cruz. It is much too overplayed on the radio.
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