Having defined a tagline for my blog, I’ve discovered that a lot of things, which otherwise would be classified as random stuff, actually fit quite nicely into “What makes you tick?” Because quite a few things make me tick or at least affect that ticking.
For example, here’s a seemingly random idea that has occurred to me today. See, I don’t like fatty foods. Not because of health implications, but simply because I don’t like how they taste. That taste of dripping fat immediately makes me look for a cup of water. But I also don’t like fatty mindfood. I like lean and mean words that have some meaning and purpose. If I have to listen to or read some fatty blah-blah-blah I want to rinse my mind.
Same goes for sugar — I like it in limited quantities, but any food that is too sweet is not on my menu. I’d much rather eat something salty or spicy. Again, same with mindfood. When I hear super sweet talk I want to (and often do) ask to drop all the sugarcoating. I’d rather deal with spicy straight-to-the-point talk.
I am always up for trying some new food, no matter how weird it looks. I can’t say I really enjoyed eating those snails in China or frogs in France, but I did taste them. Same with books, movies or any other food for mind. Akutagawa’s short stories and English Patient left me equally unmoved despite all the buzz, but I surely tried.
The list goes on. I like firm fruits, not softy-squishy kind of fruits and veggies many enjoy. I don’t care for expensive food if I don’t like its taste. Oh, and I like fresh stuff. It must be easy to guess how all these preferences translate into my likes and dislikes when it comes to mindfood.
At the very beginning of the Unmaskd story, when my identity was still the dominant theme of the discussion, one of my Twitter followers (if you’re reading this you know who you are) asked me about my favorite ice cream flavor. Back then I dismissed this question as irrelevant. Now I’m not so sure. In fact, I’m sure that the connection between our food and mindfood tastes is much stronger that it may seem.
What is it like for you? Or is just me fantasizing after eating one too many sweets?