Dear family,

Stop treating me like I'm acting like a fucking stubborn 5-year-old when I say I don't like *insert food*. I am 21 years old- I outgrew that "WAH I WON'T EVEN TRY IT" behaviour years ago and am old enough to know what I do and do not like. Perhaps- *gasp!*- my tastes are different from yours. Why is that so hard to accept? Why do you still continue to insist that "omg, if you just tried it you'd like it" when I HAVE tried it, thankyouveryfuckingmuch, you have SEEN me try it, and I STILL do not like it? I am aware that my intense, frothing hatred of cheese is very unusual and means I should be taken to a lab and studied. However, in the meantime, trying to eat the damn stuff makes me physically ill and therefore trying to shove grilled cheese sandwiches down my throat is not a good idea. Same goes for sauerkraut, meatloaf, chicken salad, cole slaw, and the other foods I don't like. Tried it, do not like it, deal with it.

Your frustrated family member,
Harrylovesron.