"Don't play with your food!"

I was going to write about "The Man who Planted Trees," but then I decided not to. Oh, well.

I actually meant to write this blog earlier this week, but things happen and because midterms are coming up, I got all busy with stuff.

Anyway, over homecoming weekend, my mother, stepdad, and I all went to Outback Steakhouse. They had music playing, which is relevant. So, my steak gets there, and it's medium rare just like how I always order it. I have a tendency to touch stuff with my fork sometimes before just eating it, so naturally, I tapped my steak and that's when I learned that... it jiggled. It slightly bounced when I tapped it with my fork, so I began repeatedly tapping it to the beat of the song that was playing to make it "dance."

I was incredibly amused by my dancing steak to the point where I tapped it almost all the way through the song. It made me think about how when we're little, people tell us not to play with our food. Food is for eating, not for playing with.

I mentioned to my mom that playing with my steak was a childish thing to do, and she told me not to worry about it. She said, "I think adults tell kids not to play with their food because the adults are jealous. Secretly, the adults want to play with their food, too, and if they can't do it, then nobody can!"

And it made me realize that everybody has a childish side to them, no matter how much they try to deny it. I know that I'm still thoroughly entertained by stupid cartoons like Fanboy & Chum Chum. My favorite video game is anything from the MySims series, a kid-friendly version of the Sims in which rockets can grow on trees (which is, to be honest, the best part of the game aside from the adorable characters and interesting puzzles, I'm just saying). I still want to curl up next to my mom in bed, and when we went to Outback, I made my stepdad sit on the other side of the booth so that I could be as close to my mom as possible.

Being an adult is hard and scary, and I think that if we didn't retain the part of ourselves that makes us want to make our steaks dance, life wouldn't be any fun at all.