537 Alone In The City Of Robots.


I cut way back on how much salt I eat a year or so ago.  It’s wasn’t a decision made for any particular reason.  I just started eating things with less and less salt till it became a habit. 

Used to you could hardly ever find peanuts with no salt.  Then cans of lightly salted peanuts started appearing.  Except they stopped having them when Wal-Mart decided to stop carrying half of the stuff they used to.  Luckily they started having these huge cans of unsalted peanuts.  So I started getting those. 

Anyway, one day mom and I are going to visit grandma, or something, and she gets a pack of peanuts for a snack.  They’re salted, but I don’t think anything about it and just have some.  It was like eating a heaping spoonful of salt.  At first I thought something went wrong at the peanut compound, but eventually I decided that I’d lost whatever tolerance for massive amounts of salt regular life bestows on a person. 

It was strange to have such a negative reaction to something I used to really like.  My memory of salt no longer matched my reality.  At least as far as regular table salt is concerned.  I still really like that sea salt you can get some places.  I don’t know why but I’m compelled to lick it if some is available.  It seems to taste better than regular salt.  Kind of like salt mixed with the smell of damp soil or something.  Which is an odd thing to like the taste of now that I actually take the time to think about it…