Have you ever been told that your taste buds change every 7 years? I have. And while I’m not sold on the time frame, I am fascinated at how it seems I’ve hated something for as long as I can remember then, next thing I know, it’s not so bad.
My example is tomatoes. I used to hate them. Wouldn’t put them on anything. Even picked chucks of them out of any tomato sauce my dad would make with our spaghetti. I remember him eating them sliced with salt (or maybe sugar) on a small plate with a fork and thinking how disgusting that was. I used to want to be exactly like my dad. Anything he liked, I would say I liked it even if I didn’t. Until the tomato slices came. I wanted to like them so much. I made a slice for myself and tired to eat it and what do ya know, I hated it. I remember this pretty vividly. I was devastated that I couldn’t like what my dad liked. And I actually remember thinking, “I guess now I can start liking my own stuff.” It was sort of a defining moment.
Now, years later, I really like tomatoes. I can eat them almost any way they are (or are not) cooked. I don’t mind them at all. Is it simply a taste bud change? Probably. But here’s how this might relate to everyday things.
We tend to go through phases of wanting something incredibly badly, but utterly hating the obstacles in the way of getting it. I wanted so badly to be like my dad, but eating some of the stuff he ate, made me sick. After discovering that years later I now might have a chance at liking the same things as and, therefore, be like my dad; that one defining moment I had in the past shaped me into realizing that was nothing that I wanted to become.
I say, wait out and even try to battle said obstacles because you never know when they might turn out to be defining moments and in the end, you might even completely abandon that thing you originally wanted so badly.