Have you ever noticed that for almost every way that people prepare eggs, there is a state of mind? Somebody can feel raw emotion, someone else can be just plain hard boiled. Yet another person can have their thoughts scrambled, while another yet is completely fried.
But what about poached eggs. I wonder what that mental state would be. Maybe it would have to do with poaching.
In my own experience, there have been times when I felt that other people have poached my ideas without asking me first. I suppose, in those times, I felt poached.
Maybe I should just learn to be more hard-boiled.