You're eating salad. After a few bites you suspect your meat is sour. You stare at it, you try to smell it, then you taste it again. It tastes okay--but, you think it might be sour. Is it? Too late, your mind is contaminated with fear, it's impossble to tell the difference now.
I think my meat is sour. Is it?
I'm tossing it. It's not cool to eat with suspicion, even if the food is okay. I blame you, for not being here to taste it for me. You drive me crazy.
I think my meat is sour. Is it?
I'm tossing it. It's not cool to eat with suspicion, even if the food is okay. I blame you, for not being here to taste it for me. You drive me crazy.
