A few days ago I wrote something about peanut butter and nutella and loving unique things that few love but yourself. Anyway, this happened…
It’s funny now that I mention it because @meyecheal said he loves artichoke leaves in garlic or something when I posted the piece. I love artichoke hearts, they are very hard to find in Ireland unless you go to a deli. I did, so decided to buy some for my Mom too. Today she gave them back to me…and said it’s not really her thing.
Nowwwww…it takes a lot of balls to turn down something that someone offered you in a spirit of love knowing that you might hurt their feelings. But I can’t for a second be insulted because by God, to be so sure of yourself, so honest, is more admirable I think. She would rather not lie to me, I respect that immensely. I know it sounds trivial but I live my life like a goddamn French movie, EVERYTHING is so intense…and worth pondering.
Love is also respecting when someone doesn’t think the way you do and you can somehow tolerate it because that’s them.
