I made some tapioca today. Some big pearled stuff. It’s like pudding but it’s got components. So do you just swallow it right up or do you chew? I didn’t know. My senses were confused.
So there I was, just sitting there with a mouthful not sure what to do. I decided to chew it. But it’s elusive stuff. So I kind of chewed the slippery pearls and then swallowed. Fortunately the tactile confusion did not diminish the nummy creamy, vanilla flavor.
It was a good experience. It was new. I was offered a choice by my brain in which I had to intentionally pick an option. That doesn’t happen very often while performing a completely habitual behavior. So I thought was kind of nice.
I need more of these interactions in the rest of my life that has become almost entirely habitual. Break up the routine a bit.
I’m not talking cliff-diving, adrenalin-junky-out-of-your-comfort-zone crap. I mean little things. Little surprises.
How do you do that? Obviously one way is to eat big-pearled tapioca for the first time. Very exciting.
I suppose I could read a genre of book I never have. Not sure what that would be. Maybe some paranormal teen romance. Well, or maybe something like that.
I could try writing left-handed. Probably learn that I write more legibly that way (couldn’t write less legibly).
Oh hey, I did re-learn to tie my shoes about a year ago. That was pretty cool. Now my shoes stay tied. The thrill has kind of worn off on that on though.
I could get out of bed on the other side of the bed. See if that whole wrong-side thing has any merit.
Hmm, I’ll have to ponder that. But first another bowl of tapioca.