Lick Your Bowl Clean - Life Is Not a Rehearsal

Early evening pedestrians drifted by the windows on Robson Street.  Music from the movie "Nine" wafted from the small black cube speakers high on the wall.  The sign in the window of the Japanese diner style restaurant said "Gyu Don Ya".  At the window counter a young man pushed the last grains of rice awkwardly around his bowl with a pair of chopsticks.  Seeming oblivious that anyone was watching he dropped the chopsticks on the counter, picking the bowl up in both hands.  Leaning forward he began licking the inside of the bowl, turning it carefully until he had every last grain of rice and sauce that had eluded the chopsticks.

Three brown and blue rice bowls

I watched silently from the bar counter, at first a bit shocked.  This was clearly the actions of a five year old and this man was clearly in his twenties.  Then, as I began to think about what I had just seen a new thought began to develop.  Even though this man's mother may have swatted him on the back of the head for such behaviour, no harm had been done and certainly no food had gotten wasted.  As I always did when someone I didn't know did something interesting, I gave the man a name.  This time it was Eric.  Eric, I thought must have really enjoyed the meal.  Maybe it had been a while since Eric had such a good meal.  It was even entertaining watching Eric's friend giving him an elbow poke and glancing around the room to see if anyone was watching, trying to look like he wasn't looking around the room.

Later, when I arrived home from dinner I began to reflect on the encounter.  I realized how often I conformed to "norms".  I thought about my recent "chopstick experience".  Just the previous Monday I was having dinner at Guu with one of my Asian friends.  I hacked at the tofu in the Japanese stew with a pair of chopsticks, trying unsuccessfully to cut it.  My friend asked "Can I help you with that?"  Being very determined and thinking to myself "What is he going to think of me that I don't know how to use chopsticks?" replied, "No thanks, I'm sure I can defeat this piece of tofu" and laughed, trying to sound confident.

As I continued to reflect, I asked myself "What am I rehearsing for?  Is it time to start licking the bowl of life clean?"  I answered in a very loud voice "Yes!"  If there had been a cat in the room it would have been startled.

Are you afraid to lick your bowl clean?  Are you afraid who may be watching?

Comments

  1. Wilbur! This is fantastic! I smiled all the way through it! Wow! Simply fantastic! Start licking the bowl and your fingers! Heck if we go out for dinner, I might even let you lick the dessert bowl! lol..fantastic! Simply...fantastic!

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