Disgusted face.

Disgusted face.
"This is weird why is this so weird, I'm not used to this. This is something different."
She holds out her hand and I pass it to her. 
She tastes it.
Disgusted face.
"Damn this is weird."
"Good weird bad weird?" 
"It's....weird. I think it's nice." She says as I see her decide something. "But no I don't like it." She gives it back to me. 
"Isn't it like life?" I ponder as I stare at the black mush which tasted so foreign.
It has the potential to appeal you, at times. But then suddenly you fail to understand the way it works. 
"Life is weird."
"Yes. You want more?"
"No."
We throw life into the bin and laugh.