I abhor leftovers. Why? Uh, well…I don’t know why. The idea of eating yesterday’s old food just seems so strange to me. It astonishes me that sometimes people will deliberately cook more food than they need with the intent of eating the rest later.

Why I Hate Leftovers

By Leo Amadeus, 19/05/2024

  I don’t think it’s weird to not want leftovers. A lot of my friends disagree and call me crazy. There are lots of things that I think are or aren’t weird that my friends disagree with and call me crazy for. For example, I tend to eat cereal for breakfast – some of my friends think that’s weird enough already – and when I eat cereal, I use a teaspoon. Is my mouth large enough to use a tablespoon to eat my breakfast? Yes. Do I? No. Despite my mouth being physically large enough, I find it very uncomfortable to eat with a large spoon.

 

  I could list more. But I won’t. The reason I bring these things up is not because it’s weird or not weird, but because of how I’m treated when I do something “weird.”

 

  I do understand that sometimes it is worth calling someone out on “weird” things that they do if they hurt someone or make them uncomfortable. However, the point of this is that there are plenty of “weird” things that people do that don’t hurt anyone, make anyone uncomfortable or show any malicious intent.

 

  For example, liking country music. I don’t like country music. I think it’s a little boring. Do I tell that to every person that likes country music? If they ask me, sure – but I leave it at that. Perhaps if they are interested I can explain why I prefer music like classical or jazz, but they are well in their right to like country music. It doesn’t affect me so I don’t care.

 

  I think almost everyone will start an argument if someone brings up an opinion they disagree with, unless they are consciously trying to stop themselves. Think about the last time Hawaiian pizza came up in a conversation you were having. How many people were at each other’s throats, whether it was as a joke or not?

 

  I think people care too much. I’m not trying to get on a high horse – I don’t think my legs are long enough, for starters. But, the thing is – well, never mind. Maybe it’s not worth arguing about.

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