I Ate Old Rice...

I’m not afraid to die, really.

But I am afraid to die in a stupid way.

You would think that would stop me from doing stupid stuff. You would think…

But here I am, eating week old rice. There are apparently serious dangers lurking in rice after not much time after being cooked. I’ve heard horror stories of whole families falling ill and dying due to old, improperly handled rice. And while I completely believe these stories, I just cannot get my head around the thought that rice would ever wish to do me harm. Rice? Rice is LIFE, how can it kill?

Every time I hear another story of someone getting violently ill by this supposed bacteria that rapidly grows on cooked rice and is like, resistant to heat and stuff, I just erase it from my mind and operate as though I never experienced the warnings. Because not in my reality, will rice end me.

I mean, no disrespect to those we have lost to this bacterial infection, but what would it say about *me* to die by rice’s hands? I can’t go out like that. Imagine getting murked by your emotional support food.

I don’t have any way to end this smoothly, but these are my thoughts today. Ciao for now.