Taste

Tastes change in many ways.

I can prove this by simply stating the fact that my taste for food has changed drastically in the past several years. I can remember a time when mushrooms, onions, tomatoes, peppers, peas, fresh green beans (i really love canned ones, especially my mom's because she uses bacon to flavor them), and others (oddly enough... all vegetables). Somehow I believe I must be making out of what a friend of mine refers to as my yummy stage.

My taste for beer changed shortly after I forced it down several times. As time went on, it began to taste better. These days, I feel lost and helpless after a hockey game if I don't have a beer, just the taste when it hits your lips is the best.

My taste for vodka/whiskey/liquor in general is yet to change and i really doubt that it ever will. Although i do continue to remind myself that anything... yes anything, is possible.

Taste in women has changed a lot over my lifetime too. I've gone from bitchy, hottie, pretty, smartie, funny, and boringy to others. These days I have specific preferences (prerequisites) that must be met or else you get the boot.

Taste in music has progressed in a multitude of ways. As a kid, I never understood music for some reason so never listened to it. Slowly i fell in to the rap era... then the classical (I used to love the Jurassic Park soundtrack for some reason), then alternative, then punk, then Texas country, and now I'm pretty much open to everything. I believe that having a taste of tons of different music has given me the appreciation for anything that just happens to sound good to me at the moment.

Taste in sports has shifted through out the years of my life from t-ball to soccer to hockey to running to climbing to who knows what next.

Changing tastes can have ups (now i don't have to pick peppers or onions out of my fajitas) and downs (I'll eat just about anything these days). But that is just how life goes... So taste the rainbow.


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random note: I have become desensitized to flying. I remember before last year, i was always excited to get on plane. Mostly because you get on in one city, and magically appear in the other. Yesterday morning as my plane landed, everyone in the window seats had their heads glued to the window as if something cool was happening out there. I guess that's what happens when you fly so much, it just becomes part of your life.