I love to cook and am good at it. I confess that when people do not want to eat my food, I find myself thinking about killing them in their sleep that night of the offering. I don’t know. To me food is like a warm welcoming object and when someone objects, to me it’s rude. So I take it as them not wanting to be part of my people, my circle, and thus you need to die. Because you are an intruder and no longer a guest.
Of course I never do anything rude nor shove things/food on people or even let people know it upsets me. But. The feeling is there. And then I think about eating said person after killing them and serving them on a plate. Meh, someday.
In the mean time, I’ll serve you a plate with a smile, and if you say no, well more for me as I think about your blue lifeless body. Hmm, human cuisine.