How I Learned to Kick My Bad Turtle Soup habit

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n’t help myself tense up. All the lessons my aunt taught me about etiquette all came into play at the same time and I was annoyed that it was only happening to me.</p><p id="7160">For me it’s become a sour memory, not just because some of those friends are no longer friends, but because of my own behavior.</p><p id="0d52">I hated that I had to act like that. It was a compulsion. I couldn’t ignore the aura of the room. I couldn’t be myself in that room, I had to become stuffy and all the things I’m not.</p><p id="4f69">Letting go was in that situation both hard and easy. I let go of who I am, but I couldn’t let go of becoming what I didn’t want to be.</p><p id="e125">Which is why I love watermelon. I’ll eat a whole chunk and slobber it up. be messy, and get my face all juicy and wipe it all up when I’m done.</p><p id="5d43">I don’t have to worry about keeping everything clean, what I do with my fork and knife after I’m done eating, making sure that everyone else thinks that I’m elegant. I don’t care, I just enjoy the watermelon and laugh a

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t the mess.</p><p id="aac4">I remember how cool it was eating popsicles as a kid, and getting my face all dirty. I always went up to my mom and proudly showed her the mess that the great me had conducted, and it was up to her to tidy the mess. I look forward to the days when my daughter comes to me and does the same.</p><p id="8c86">Until then though, I think I’ll just buy another watermelon.</p><p id="009a">Probably remember to pass on turtle soup too.</p><p id="777b">You might also like…</p><div id="a952" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/the-plant-thief-e5974e243410"> <div> <div> <h2>The Plant Thief</h2> <div><h3>It’s fine it’ll grow back, just do it</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/0*m9hVXCMZ-6V4voD3)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div></article></body>

And how I picked up this cool new watermelon habit

I love eating watermelon. It’s one of the few fruits that I let myself get real messy eating.

I remember one time I was in New Orleans and my friends and I wanted to try all sorts of food. Alligator, beignets, po’ boys, dat dog— everything that was available — eventually, turtle soup.

First of all — turtle soup sucks, it was bland and I feel bad that someone killed such a long-living quiet creature to make such a terrible dish. But while I was at that fine restaurant, surrounded by excess and useless luxury, I couldn’t help myself tense up. All the lessons my aunt taught me about etiquette all came into play at the same time and I was annoyed that it was only happening to me.

For me it’s become a sour memory, not just because some of those friends are no longer friends, but because of my own behavior.

I hated that I had to act like that. It was a compulsion. I couldn’t ignore the aura of the room. I couldn’t be myself in that room, I had to become stuffy and all the things I’m not.

Letting go was in that situation both hard and easy. I let go of who I am, but I couldn’t let go of becoming what I didn’t want to be.

Which is why I love watermelon. I’ll eat a whole chunk and slobber it up. be messy, and get my face all juicy and wipe it all up when I’m done.

I don’t have to worry about keeping everything clean, what I do with my fork and knife after I’m done eating, making sure that everyone else thinks that I’m elegant. I don’t care, I just enjoy the watermelon and laugh at the mess.

I remember how cool it was eating popsicles as a kid, and getting my face all dirty. I always went up to my mom and proudly showed her the mess that the great me had conducted, and it was up to her to tidy the mess. I look forward to the days when my daughter comes to me and does the same.

Until then though, I think I’ll just buy another watermelon.

Probably remember to pass on turtle soup too.