I love fresh cucumbers, sliced in finger sandwiches or chopped up in salads. I love dill and sprinkle it liberally on my cream cheese and smoked salmon bagels. I love pickled eggs, and pickled beets.
But I don't like dill pickles, bread and butter pickles, or any other variety of pickled cucumber. I can eat them if I must, but I sure don't relish them (see what I did there?).
So I will gladly give away the pickle that came with my sandwich platter. I will fish all the pickle slices out of my fast-food hamburger, if I forgot to ask for no pickles in the first place. Every now and then I make myself eat a pickle out of the jar to see if I have changed my mind about them. The answer is always no.
I know this makes no sense. But it's how I am. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯