Ruth Sequeira

I know, I’ve come up with some very weird analogies in the past, but I honestly think this one makes sense. This analogy was formed to console a weeping friend and it worked. She burst out laughing as soon as I compared breaking up to the process of vomiting. That’s right, vomiting.

You eat something, it tastes great, and you can’t have enough of it. Then you’re full with it, you don’t want more, but it still continues to be with you. Slowly, you start feeling uneasy. Your uneasiness increases and increases. You want it to stop, and you want to be back to normal. You’re uneasiness continues though and all of a sudden it happens. You puke. It’s disgusting. You’re embarrassed, you feel horrible. It’s not the end. You feel better, but you have this disgusting, sick taste. You try everything possible to get rid of it, forget it; but it’s still there. Slowly, very slowly, you get over that taste, you stop mourning over it and you start to feel normal again.

With all this done, you’re not absolutely fine, you’re too afraid to eat anything again. Especially the type of food that made you puke. Sometimes you come across the place where you first encountered that particular food, or you see someone else with that food and you start to feel uneasy again. Then you tell yourself that you need to start eating normally again. Initially you avoid those food types which made you sick, no matter how enticing they seem. You go in for less complex foods, you play safe. Some day though, you’ll be fine and back to eating and enjoying it. For some of us, this whole process happens easily and quickly but for others it takes a while.

And that is my explanation and it makes sense.