There was a time in my life when I
was much more obsessed with the “right” way to do
things.
For instance, if I were sitting
across from you and we were eating sushi, I might
have demonstrated the proper way to hold your
chopsticks. Or I would have explained that the soy
sauce and wasabi mustard are supposed to be applied
to the fish, not the rice and then told you how one
is supposed to put fish side on the tongue first.
I used to feel compelled to share such
knowledge when I had it.
But, since then, I
have grown and matured.
I have learned that
unless you care about the proper way for sushi to be
eaten, unless you specifically ask me, unless you
let it be known that you are the type of person
whose dining experience would be enhanced by an
etiquette and history lesson — that I would be
speaking only to show off my own knowledge and
importance.
There is no better way to eat
sushi than the way that works for you.
These
days all I want to tell you as you sit across from
me is that I love you.
And, if you care to, click here to see the comments on
Street
Prophets
where this
article went up last week.
