Crocodiles

Everything in life takes it's own toll, but we become accustomed to the way it is now? Well I suppose a lot of people do, not I. I'm just plain scared. Not even holding a hand grenade would make me so scared. It's all to do with change, and I hate change of any sort. Move just one item out of my make up boxes and I'll flip. It's not because I keep anything need and tidy; it's just because since I left it there, then it's got to be left there. Do not even move a chair out of its place because I'll cry. Sounds like a control freak down to a T. Yet I don't consider myself one. I just need my own very basic comforts, and any sense, taste, smell, touch is related to some history which I have not ever grown out of yet. It's just like the smell of baby talc making me soft all inside, the touching of my leather sofa, and the taste of kid pink bubble gum. All of these go with something else. So that makes me think that everything should smell, taste as they should. And I so easily forget that it's not the case. Take crocodile. Eat crocodile. What should they smell like? What should they taste like? Well seeing that they spend their better half of their life in and out of water they should be something of an amphibian. But they have this fishy taste (which is ok) together with a beefy texture (which is not ok). To me crocodile is a paradox. To me it is also unsettling, because I can't really accept how two different things could go together like that. And yet life does that. And it picks up all the whiffs and scents of the world and puts them together just to make me know that it's really all right to be different. But is it really? Crocs are ugly creatures, I don't want to sound, smell, or feel like one.