I don't like bananas. And it would be better for me if I did, because bananas are full of really good stuff, like potassium.
And it's inconvenient, not liking bananas. I have to be careful, all the time. People sneak them into things like smoothies, so I can think I'm safe, ordering a date-almond-maple smoothie, only to discover myself gasping and gagging with the taste of banana in my mouth.
But I can't simply start liking bananas by force of will. I've tried. It doesn't work. I wind up stressed out with myself, and still unable to stomach bananas. So I just have to live my life with the fact that I don't like bananas, and make this bit of self knowledge part of how I interact with the world.
Kinda like unrequited love.
How's that for maudlin, self-pitying self-revelation?
P.S. When I left for the second time today, somebody had a visitor and there was hugging.
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Date: 2005-05-13 02:11 am (UTC)No really.
I don't like bananas. And it would be better for me if I did, because bananas are full of really good stuff, like potassium.
And it's inconvenient, not liking bananas. I have to be careful, all the time. People sneak them into things like smoothies, so I can think I'm safe, ordering a date-almond-maple smoothie, only to discover myself gasping and gagging with the taste of banana in my mouth.
But I can't simply start liking bananas by force of will. I've tried. It doesn't work. I wind up stressed out with myself, and still unable to stomach bananas. So I just have to live my life with the fact that I don't like bananas, and make this bit of self knowledge part of how I interact with the world.
Kinda like unrequited love.
How's that for maudlin, self-pitying self-revelation?
P.S. When I left for the second time today, somebody had a visitor and there was hugging.