We fear change

Yes, we do. I'd like to believe I embrace, even praise change, but the reality is that I fear it just like anyone else. Case in point: The Grocery Store. I do not like being in foreign grocery stores. I like MY grocery store. It feels strange, unnatural, and wrong to be in a different one. The beef is not where it's supposed to be and the Gatorade is on the opposite end. . . it's far too disorienting. I believe all grocery stores should look the same on the inside. Why should they be different? They all sell the same shit. They all have parking lots in front of them. Homogenization seem to be the ultimate goal of humanity anyway, so stop freaking me out with all these differently designed grocery stores goddamnit. . . .

Did you know I have never, ever, once, sought to obtain an onion? For any reason or purpose? I go out of my way to request food without onions. You could eradicate the Earth of onions and I wouldn't miss a beat. I fail to grasp the allure of this mysterious vegetable. The odor is repugnant. The smell permeates throughout the room, dominating all other scents in it's path. The same with garlic. It is an overwhelming aroma that detracts from all that surround it. It oozes out of your pores and makes you stink. If they are supposed to enhance the flavor of the dish, then why is the smell so fucking overpowering? If I can't smell shit else in the room, then why is it not a focal point? Why don't people eat onion and garlic sandwiches? Because it's stupid, that's why. I'll eat you. Shut the fuck up.