I met with my high school friend, Jane, the other day. We haven't seen each other since high school graduation. She was as bubbly and gregarious as ever.
As we got to talking, she mentioned that everytime she would see Spam (the canned processed meat), she remembers me. I've always liked breakfast food items, and everyone who knows me know that I can survive on processed foods for long periods of time. I remember back in elementary, all my lunches were hotdogs -- tj's, franks, and cheesedogs. Seriously, it never changed. When I got sick of them, I'd have chicken nuggets -- the plain ones or sometimes the flavored ones, sometimes even the ones with alphabet or geometric shapes. But I know I would always go back to hotdogs, it was staple for me.In high school, I didn't bring lunch. But I was such a picky eater, I wouldn't eat cafeteria food either. I'd just have Nagaraya peanuts and root beer. Yes, I survived on those for four years, and yes, I was really thin. I'd just have those, that is, except when the cafeteria people served Ma-Ling, that cheap and really fatty luncheon meat that tasted a bit reminiscent of its metal can, remember? Don't even know if they still have that in the supermarket. And in the rare moments that I did bring lunch, it'd be Spam, or Libby's chicken vienna sausage, or Libby's black label corned beef. Sometimes I'd have canned tuna, and while I loved canned tuna, I hated that its oils always made a mess, so I very rarely had it. But I digress. Basically, I'm just trying to point out that every lunch I had back then came from a can.
I know that it was a fact that's pretty hard to miss, but I'm not sure I like that Spam reminds her of me. If anything, I kinda thought Dawson's Creek is what reminds people of me, as I was a rather hardcore fan at the time. I guess to me, to know that you've made your mark through canned processed meat, is just a little disconcerting.
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Quotable quote, not necessarily related to this post, but noteworthy nonetheless:
"Why, am I so repulsive?? Am I so repugnant, that no one wants to be with me?!" - Ed (The Long Weekend)
