Lunchables Syndrome
One of the funniest stories I ran across over the last two years was my discovery of the "Lunchables Syndrome". This is someone whose diet consists of a lunchable style of eating which in effect acts like fast food training. For those of you who do not know, lunchables are a snack pack made for kids which could be served by a lazy parent. This conditions a child to eat a diet that never changes. The lunchables diet usually consists of individual components. Everything is similar in shape and size like a chicken nugget or a biscuit. Everything has one drab color, and one drab taste.
My pal Harold, whom I met while attending UTSA, had a very restricted diet. It wasn't restricted for health or political reasons. It was restricted in accordance to "The Lunchable Syndrome" As I got to know Harold, I realized he ate a lot of frozen food, never prepared fresh food, and his idea of healthy cooking was opening a can of green beans, geeeeze! He had aversions to foods with natural unprocessed texture or color. He wouldn't even eat chicken on the bone! I started to dig deeper as to why.
One time I took him out to eat at an Indian buffet, knowing he would hate it. I tempted him into going because I offered to pay. The first time around the buffet table he got white rice, some meat ball things, and a couple of pieces of lettuce. I thought "oh no the fuck you don't," and started to act angry. Thats the kinda of relationship we had, I was an older brother figure. He is a nice kinda guy, but sometimes he isn't all there. I told him i was going to load up his plate for him. I went and grabbed a plate to load up his dish and told him he is gonna eat goddamn it! The look on his face was priceless, fear and discomfort over some green pea gravy!
I like to get into character roles a lot. I think i fell into the role of Chet from "Weird Science," and that guy from Robo Cop who held up the convince store with a machine gun then was smashed in to the glass cooler. The way he said, "you better find that safe!"
So with this psycho intense calmness, I was talking to Harold. "My god you gonna eat this chicken. Don't make take you out back here and beet your ass."
The typical responses were "don't like it," "no " and "it tastes funny" or "that's gross."
I have never felt uncomfortable about eating anything, short of cannibalism. But fucking chicken? And Indian style chicken is gooooood.
So it got me thinking, where did this diet start? How can somebody get this strict about what they eat especially if they have no diet constraints such as vegetarianism, or for health reasons?
What bothered me most was how he said this food was "gross." How could he know it was gross?
Gross food, when the lunchables diet is your ideal, is anything doesn't look like a toy. It is something akin to baby food, but its toddler junk food starters, and its easy to fix and a easy leap form baby food. This starts developing habitual eating habits. It takes a certain kind of personality to stop their diet here. One who resists change and prefers habits over exploration. There is an unholy contentment in their ability to eat the same thing over and over. Even if lunchables had a different meal for every day of the week, this would probably only be five food ideas, pizza or tater tots, hot dogs, etc,
I can tell a lot about somebody by the way they eat. How they go about eating, deciding what to put on the plat or eat off of it. Tthe way they pick the food up and its placement. Timing is critical ,the decisions i watch while they eat is interesting because they are lining up desires.
My war on the lunchable syndrome is a critique of people who haven't grown up, and demonize other food as gross. Then again they might not have as tough a stomach. One of my old buddies who is a vegetarian used his vegetarianism to mask his weak stomach it ran in his family, as i found out, and his way of solving the problem was throw out everything that made him sick. It turned out to be more puritanic than anything.
Those who like to explore their tastes get bored real fast with the lunchables diet.
Well, i am going to be headed out here, man its hard to find net acess when you don't have it, i am sniping off Bluestar sitting in my truck with my lap top up its odd looking at utube stuff on your computer in the middle of the dark, i wonder what people think i ma doing, some stalker type why would i be parked ther e for an hour, i got to get cell phone net and really go air moble,
So whats going on?
rainy cold, humm, this old house is quiet cozy , i ened up making a bed so narrow its like a coffin, and it hicked real high, i don't have real good reception on the tv, And i have had to pay the reeper, and have gotten a job back to the job site pucking nails and doing demo, its fun actually its good to break the day up to leave the house, paint sales are going ahhh so so , i am going to have to pull a monky outta my ass if i want to got to Japan,. but i think i am just gonna shut down here for a while be anit social , and get back to my innner core, i think two and ahle years over there in RRSATX studio was to much , to much drinking and geting obsessed with stuff, i some how feeel better in isolation,
but so it goes
so what about art work, humm i got to get things resituwated, but there is always ebay
more shots of my house, i set up ol freddy here over my bed, its shocked me a coupe time walking into the house, at night, i thinks its going to give me some ideas on the whole nina loves freddy project, this mask is great, i am going to shot a video here at the house on whats going, on, nothing much , sorta reconfigureing things here,?
yeap this is the back stock form the old studio, i am trying to figure out how to get cell phone net acess to my computer, i am having trouble finding places to get on the net for free,
so first day in LS-SA-TX
here it is folk i am in this shotgun house i am seriouly considering getting net acess here, all i get on the tv clearly is uabn that whacky Evanglical station not tbn, So i am here listening to AC/DC live 78, on TV for the umteenth million time, the house has been vacant for a couple of years, and my landlord said four elderly men stayed here, , my God, this place is small for that, its got a slightly creepy dirty feel to the place but also warm, the only problem is the freeway in which i can see right out my front door here, So, what in store cleean the crap out of this house and see what works,.
What this also means i am back alone again, no more temptations, of fastfood or beer, cause every place around here is scary and i have been living off my credit cards, (its gonna be time to pay the ripper on this one), but its time i dry out a bit, i feel its going to be one of the cold winters, so its time to dig deep,.
ahh as for babes, well, its best to just cut lose and recostitute myself, but i do feel real fortuante to have aquired buttons she was a real trooper, a rare person in my experances,
