Sometimes we fall into relationships because they look good enough, because they’re convenient, because there is no real reason to stop the series of events that quickly unfold into “what do you want me to bring home for dinner?” You care about this person. You guys get along. There’s trust. People are honest. You both love dogs. And from the outside, everything looks great. And you like that. It means something. But there’s something missing. Not obvious, like a tooth. It’s subtle. Like an ache. You can’t describe it. Maybe it’s a million little things. Or maybe you can but don’t want to.
Sushi is not just about the food, it’s about sitting at the bar and toasting sake shots and joking with the chef as he turns food into art. Sushi is about being adventurous, loud, and connecting. Or quiet, candle lit, and mysterious. But it was never meant to be taken home. Packaged soy sauce and plastic trays strip the experience and turn it into fast food. If you’re going to order out, get a pizza. We’ve all had supermarket sushi and every time we get it, we tell ourselves we won’t do it again. Yes, the fish isn’t as fresh or good, but it’s. because it just wasn’t meant to be eaten that way.
Is your relationship supermarket sushi? Was it convenient? Was it your attempt to a solution to a craving? Does it look like it should but doesn’t feel like it once did or never felt like you imagined? Is it missing a spark, “chemistry”, or did you allow something to happen because you didn’t have any real reason for it not to?
No ones goes to the supermarket to buy sushi. They buy it on impulse. The colors catch their eye. It looks like something that they had a great experience with once. If the containers weren’t clear, no one would buy it.
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