Well.. that's interesting.
Not long ago, I was feeling so heavy from a winter's worth of beef and potatoes that I thought "why not lay off the meat for a week or so?"
Well the week came, and the week went.. and so far I've not had any interest in my celebratory cheeseburger. It's not for any ethical reason* - or even health reasons really - just "this is what my body is asking for now" that I decided to go veggie for a while, and so far am actually kind of surprised that I really haven't got any craving to go back. I'm sure I will sooner or later (probably sooner).. but for now it feels better.**
But so anyhow... here's the funny part. Perspective.
See, the place where I regularly grab lunch in town is one of those froo-froo grocery stores. We're not really sophisticated enough for a Trader Joes to pay us any mind up here, but this is the closest thing to. But they have a not half bad lunch counter.
And the strangest thing happened the other day..
See, all this time walking in the place I was thinking essentially "silly smug hippy place. I mean, look at all this froo-froo eco-nut stuff. But man is the meatloaf good"
One. Week. Later. I find myself walking through those exact same aisles thinking "what... does every entree have to have meat in it here? What is with these people? Is is that hard to have one alternative?
Yes. Yes I was embarrassed.
But for half a second, I got a glimpse of the world as the other half sees it.. where NPR really is unbiased and college towns are islands of enlightenment in seas of darkness.
.. for our experience of the world is so very controlled by our own current state. Get one standard deviation from me, and you're normal - if wrong. Get two and you're kind of freaky. Get three and you're flippin' crazy.
No matter where my center happens to be at the moment.
And no... no plans to change my voter registration. The tofu hasn't had that long to affect my synapses. :p
* When I was little, I remember once having an attack of the pitiables for all those pretty creatures in my food. I remember once at my Gramma's place declaring to my Mom that I wasn't going to eat animals anymore. "That's okay," she said, as she put down a breakfast plate of Sizzlean in front of me. "This isn't real bacon."
Yes, I bought it. Gosh, that not-from-real-pigs Sizzlean sure tasted good. ... but I did give up on the whole "no eating cute animals" thing not long after.
Moms are devious. Watch 'em careful-like. :)
** About half a week ago I woke up feeling different. I don't know how to describe it really other than "lighter," but it was a definite physical state change of some kind or another. Interesting.