Olives
Same here. For me, it might be familiarity. My family pretty much never had olives so the few occasions I saw them were just not appealing. However my ex’s family had them more frequently so I learned to like them with more frequent exposure (and maturing tastes)
When I was a child, they reminded me of grapes, but tasted salty… which is why I hated them
My Chemical Romance. I had barely heard any of their music when I was younger but hated what I heard. Now I own the black parade on vinyl. They’re not my favorite band or anything, but they’re actually pretty fun, as it turns out.
They definitely grew on me as I stopped being a pretentious loser that hated things just because they were popular
I mean going through life many foods. tomato and avocado. never disliked pickle but went from meh to almost a must have.
Sitting quietly.
I used to require constant distraction from my thoughts. I would keep my local NPR station on in the background, just to have something to distract me from the running monologue and dialogues in my head.
I had to do a lot of psychological/spiritual work, but at this point I can say that sitting quietly is extremely rewarding and comfortable.
Sparkling water.
Girls
I too come to enjoy girls.
Baseball
Jomboy only
Olives
Have you tried Castelventrano olives? With the pit 🤌
Those are great, and there’s a green olive imported(?) by Mina which is exceptional.
Spicy food. I think my sense of taste has gotten dull as I got older so now I like that extra kick.
I used to dislike the taste of licorice. I used to eat the sweet bits from those licorice cubes my dad had when I was a kid and then throw away the licorice parts.
Don’t know when that changed, but I was on the way home with my old man (I may have been late teens/early 20’s?) and I was quite hungry. All he had in the car at the time was licorice and it was one of the most delicious things I ever had.
He sometimes playfully complains that he remembered a time when us kids never liked licorice or pepper and now we eat him out of a house.
Eggs. I did not like them at all (except as an ingredient in pancakes) for a quarter of a century. Now I do like myself a hard boiled egg with a pinch of salt for breakfast
Salt is ok, but try a pinch of MSG.
Joe Biden
For me, it was Trump.
I used to hate him, but after he lost the presidency, I realised how empty my life was without him.
From 2016 to 2020, every morning I would wake up with a smile on my face while I read the latest, dumbest shit I’ve ever heard. Each day was progressively more unhinged than the day before.
He was the perfect receptacle of my endless rage. Sure, he was the source of the rage in the first place, but the combination of infuriation and bewilderment was cathartic.
Don’t cancel me. Cryptocurrencies. Banks suck and now I understand the appeal in getting the hell away from them.
While I agree with that, I dislike how environmentally unfriendly most are - especially Bitcoin.
Take your pick of the environmentally friendly coins
Use a credit union.
Is not a cure-all by any means, they have their own problems
Did you know that a bank is specifically forbidden from taking money from a checking or savings accounts to satisfy a payment owed without your express authorization if you also have a loan/credit card through the same bank?
Did you also know that CUs are exempted from that consumer protection regulation? That’s right and many of them exercise their ability, I learned this the hard way, when MF’in NFCU ripped a 300$ payment out of my account that was 2 or 3 weeks late on an unsecured loan (it wasnt even a couple months) and screwed over my ability to make my rent that month.
They also have the DUMBEST online account security practices. “We can’t have you set your own username for “security” so you’ll have to wait for us to mail you a letter with a user ID on it, oh and to log in for the first time you’ll have to wait another week for us to also mail you a new account pin”
CUs might be a tad better than banks, but they are NO savior.
Chicken
Metal music. It used to sound like random noise made by kids, but I’ve learned to appreciate it musically.
But I’m over the age in which I can take comfort in this music to express my anger and depression.
