Well, for the record, I am NOT procrastinating this time. I'm waiting for dinner. And I'm also wishing it would hurry up so I can stop... not procrastinating. And stop waiting, so I can stop... so I can stop going in circles! That's it!
Although I'm EXTREMELY psyched for dinner, because it means I get to eat some rather awesome lasagna and finally start making progress on stuff that I've been assigned, it also means I have to eat salmon. There's absolutely nothing wrong with the fish that gave its life so people could eat it, as far as I can tell. I totally respect that salmon for dying (although, unless it was caught by a member of some extreme salmon-worshiping culture, it most likely didn't have a choice in the matter). However, it's what my father DOES to the poor creature after it dies that I detest. I don't know WHAT he does to cook it, but I absolutely ABHOR eating it.
I KNOW it's good brain food. I KNOW that it's good for the eyes and stuff. But Dad has only one salmon recipe and he refuses to try a new one and flip between the two just for variety (I would know. I've tried to get him to do this several times).
So I've developed an extreme aversion to salmon. Because of how my dad makes it. He often says, "Oh, I thought you LIKED salmon!" NO, dad. I hate it. I eat it because you make me. That doesn't mean I enjoy it. It just means some poor fish lost its life for someone who doesn't like eating it.
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