The Good Ol’ Days
Look, I know change is inevitable, but I sometimes find it hard to accept. For instance, when did the cherries stop being the best part of the fruit cocktail? My brother and I used to fight to make sure we each had the same number of cherries, with Mom taking the odd one if necessary. I would argue with myself over the best way to eat them–whether the one-cherry-per-spoonful method or the save-the-cherries-till-the-end strategy was the best way to maximize enjoyment of the Cherry Goodness. But I opened a can of fruit cocktail today, and I realized that the cherries just aren’t that good. They don’t taste much like cherries, and they have a waxy texture that isn’t very pleasing. I ended up eating them one at a time, not to savor the deliciousness, but so I could hide them between the pineapple chunks and squishy grapes.
What the hell happened to me? Is this growing up? ‘Cause I don’t like it.