me and my relationship with cheese is....
would it be wrong of me to describe it as toxic yuri??? My hatred for it has been around for as long as I've lived. The most well /me/ thing about myself the one fact that never changes
The sky is blue. The grass is green. I HAAAAAATTTTEEEE cheese.
And yet. And /yet/ to descibe how it makes me feel in more depth feels.... personal. like ive been asked to take out my organs and write out my obituary with them
the thought of cheese, through my hatred of it, as personified itself in a way. as like an eternal enemy
and yet. theres comfort to it. stability to be found in the reassurance that I could change and twist in the thousand different ways
but cheese? i'll always hate cheese
and its so odd. because i think of myself as a loving person. someone kind.
and yet. yet again. at the core of my being is this hatred. the simmering irritation. all directed at cheese
but is it really so hateful and negative when ive grown to find comfort from this??? that when i come back to my simple hate of cheese it feels like returning to an old, beloved friend
maybe it was never really hate. maybe its more than that.
