Never Again

     If there was anything I'd never do again, it would be repeating a statement that I made in my middle school years, one that brought me plenty of trials for three years. The statement in question was a simple, innocent, but absolute declaration: "I will eat anything," so long as it was actual food. Tying in with this, I would also like to note that I won't ever accept the challenges brought to me by others trying to test my dedication to my assertion. I consider myself a man of my word, and after making the mistake of uttering such a sentence, I made it my goal to hold true to what I had said. Needless to say, just about everyone that knew me or heard my statement took it as a challenge, and immediately set out to create some twisted concoctions for me to consume. Many of the results were disgusting, and quite a few people were subject to my wrath after presenting me with something so repugnant to the point where I refused to consume it. The last concoction I tried before giving up on my declaration was a cup of beef stew mixed with blueberry flavoring powder for a water bottle. The flavors and texture clashed so badly to the point where I refused to eat more than a few tablespoons, as even that nearly made me lose the contents of my stomach. After that, I decided it would be best to retract my statement and stick to normal, well made food instead of the sick mixtures people were all to eager to provide me with.