So about Popcorn Haters

I have never once met a person that has ever had a legitimate reason for hating the things that I love. Then again I have never met a person with a legitimate reason to love the things I hate. I'm open minded that way. Because of the absolute validity of each of my extreme and irreversible opinions I often, and seldom chose my opinions non consequentially. For instance, I love Sandwiches, and I hate pickles, except when they are on sandwiches. And there is no substitution to this rule. There will be no rule as silly nor as highly important to my lunch ever again in the course of my life.

There was a time when someone challenged the absolute solidarity of such choices in my life. I was a freshmen and was still looking up to my older friends as role models for life. Emilia had once loved the way I loved. Yes, we both ate popcorn on a daily basis. But then I had my very first heartbreak in all my fourteen years. She told me Popcorn would one day be boring. That Horrid word is hardly mentionable but to say it of my dear sweet popcorn is cruel and hurtful. So I decided on that day that Popcorn would never no never leave my good graces, no matter the circumstance.

This has proven to be a difficult life devoted to a snacky treat. I have endured many burnt kernels and walked many a cold night just to find a working microwave. Flossing has become my greatest companion and a disdain for that certain sophomore role model has grown with each passing year. My love remains.

My OTHER condition has generated quite a few enemies in this regard. Besides Emilia I have also lost a number of female friends to the love for popcorn. All have been worthy losses. You see none of my friends have ever been quite as buttery.