Ducking Behind the Sushi

They say you can choose your friends but you can't choose your family. A lot of people have left me out of either category because, admittedly, I don't care for sushi. I just can't acquire a taste for the stuff. Is there some ancient wisdom inside each circle, like rings in a tree that foretold the day each one of us would meet our destiny? Is there something medicinal in that sticky-ish texture, the Elmer’s glue that holds them together? Just like politics and religion, sushi is a touchy subject in our family, but I'm following my gut on this one.