Random Fact #4 - Strawberries
I dislike them. Or well “dislike” is the wrong word. I hate them with a burning passion. The way they look, their smell, what they taste like. I really don’t like them at all. I do have memories of having liked them when I was a child and my father sometimes tells a story of how I ate too much strawberries and got sick at some point. I don’t remember that one anymore, though. Now strawberries are the enemy. Even to the degree that I’d kiss a smoker rather than someone who just ate strawberries. (And you haven’t heard my opinion on kissing smokers yet.)
Funnily enough though, I eat a certain kind of strawberry chocolate and I also don’t mind most of the strawberry flavoured Haribo stuff. (My godmother says it’s probably because they don’t taste what real strawberries taste like.) But everything else that’s strawberry-flavoured is a huge no no.
And because everyone always goes “WTF???” when I express my strawberry dislike, I often say that I have an allergy, so I don’t need to roll my eyes at all the “But whyyyyy?”s.
Sorry, Kame. Even you can’t make me like strawberries with the strawberry porn you sometimes have to offer...