You know, that stuff we all know is pronounced kwin-OH-uh. Again, I know I should like it since it's versatile, packed with protein and all that good stuff - but to me it tastes kind of like Tebow's anal gland scent. Also, I don't care for the way it looks - like little curled up sperm.
Does anyone really like broccoli? I mean, honestly love the taste of it? Or do people just train themselves to like it? I've heard it's full of microscopic bugs, have you? I know I should like it because I'm a grown up now, but I honestly just don't. I eat it occasionally because it's healthy and green - and only if I can find the pre-washed, pre-sliced stuff in the bag at Trader Joe's. Definitely not into buying the whole dang head of broccoli and getting little green dots of broccoli matter all over the counter and floor. Blegh.
3) Other people's older children at cocktail parties.
It's not about KuKd or anything; I've always been this way. Anytime I go to a supposedly adult event and people bring their kids(you know, the kind who are old enough to recognize the ef-word when they hear it), all of a sudden the whole conversation has to be censored. It becomes about the kids, and not about the adults - and to me that takes away the fun. Is it just me, or did people used to actually hire these things called BABYSITTERS, and then go out to adult parties on their own? I distinctly remember my own parents doing that all the time - hiring a sitter and heading out do to whatever. Makes me wonder if babysitters exist anymore. If they don't, then I'm definitely glad I don't have kids.
4) Eat, Pray, Love.
Everyone loves this book. I'm not crazy about it, but I know I really should like it, because everyone else likes it. Maybe that's precisely why I don't like it.
5)Potatoes in my Indian food.
I got this from K, actually, and I think he's onto something. Potatoes seem like cheap filler, and when you're paying eleven bucks or whatever for palak paneer, I want the real stuff - the cheese and the spinach and that's it. No potatoes thrown in for good measure.
6) Going to Unitarian Church.
Every once in a while, I decide to be religious. And if you just want to dip your toe into some organized spirituality without going full force, Unitarianism is the way to go, it seems. So I drag K to a service once a year or so, but somehow, it's never as thrilling as I've convinced K it will be, so we inevitably duck out early and pay a morning visit to the Krispy Kreme Donut God instead.
Anytime I visit a new foreign city, I make it a point to avoid museums. It finally dawned on me at the Louvre one day that I really can't stand museums - I only THOUGHT I liked them because Let's Go told me I did. Museums are filled with dark corners where flashers might be lurking, hoards of kids on field trips, and sedentary objects that don't mean a whole lot to me. I'm actually happier wandering around without a map, searching for good lemon tarts and people-watching in parks.