My morning goal adoption of understand my emotions lead to a discussion of the concept of “self”. Which is how the rambling entry title, “so many spices on the tofu that you can no longer find the tofu” came to be. That was blurted out when I agreed with Josh that the idea of a totally independent self is a mostly flawed western concept. Sure, there’s a self (we’re all born separate bits of tofu) but by the time the competing spices of family, geography, language, culture and countless other influences are layered on, it’s impossible to separate out the self. Tofu may taste like tofu in general, but it also takes on the flavors of it’s surroundings. I am Daniel tofu hot dog.
If the self is tofu then perhaps emotions are condiments. Relish them. And don’t repress your emotions or it’ll eventually ketchup with you. Just soy you know, I’m part German. When I’m grumpy people call me a saurkraut. You’re probably thinking, “Daniel mustard lost his mind”. Maybe. Mayo-be not!
The last part of this post was adorable. If nothing else you can certainly say that you have flavor!