Alright, I’m seriously reconsidering my long-standing hatred of sushi. I suppose it was unfounded discrimination- sushi-ism, if you will- since I’d only had to once, from a supermarket, and it made me sick. Thanks to the other aunt for that one.
Now my boyfriend finally managed to convince me to come to an actual sushi restaurant, and I’m converted. I am sold. This is heaven wrapped seaweed, and like seaweed, I’m now salty that I’ve spent so many years wallowing in blind hatred.
What other prejudices have I been taking for granted? Is hummus really the great evil I had previously assumed? Are lawyers truly the dullest of folk?
That last one came from one of our old career seminars at school. This one was from a Melbourne-based commercial law firm that I’m pretty sure does not exist any more, which is for the best because…this person was not an orator. You’d think as a lawyer, you’d have to have skill with the tongue. Maybe that’s why he was sent to the dead-end job talking to a bunch of ungrateful teenagers: so the real solicitors could get on with the job.
I’m sure lawyers are just fine, like any other profession, and no more dull than the average human. And yet, from that one incident it’s just stuck in my brain that lawyers must be boring. There’s also the fact that I HATED my political law elective in year 10, so there’s that.
Alright. This is a day for casting off old grudges and ill thoughts. Sushi shall now join the hallowed halls of food I rather enjoy. Melbourne’s finest property solicitors, I apologise for the years of ill-intent I have held towards your profession, even though it’s never been a big deal and it has not affected any of you, in any way.
And hummus…well…we shall see. The jury’s out on that one.
Heh, ‘jury’.
-Kendall