acquired tastes

Anger is an acquired taste, like that for blue cheese, frogs legs, witchetty grubs and such. When you first drink at the Well of Anger, you’re not sure you like it. But you soon learn. And the deeper you drink, the quicker you learn.

Many times have I been drunk on Anger. The oh-so-delectable feeling of being out of control -- of being authorised, empowered even, to transgress boundaries you wouldn’t normally.

Rage is an even headier brew -- the bitter toxicity of it burns your throat as you gulp it down. Rage makes you feel... fine and hot!

Then there are the bittersweet flavours of Resentment, Disappointment and Humiliation. Not to mention the more exotic delights of Despair, Jealousy and Unrequited Lust. As for the sweeter, more wholesome dishes, I’ve tasted Joy on the odd occasion, Peace every now and then, Fulfilment once or twice.

Some people are hooked on Loneliness, others addicted to Self-abasement. Over the years I’ve slaked my thirst at the Spring of Selfishness. And worshipped at the Shrine of Pain. Acquired tastes, all of them. And how we love ‘em.

But remember this, there are things that hurt a lot more than pain -- the belief that one is alone, for instance, separate from others and from God.

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