I vividly remember taking my mother's water bottle, taking a swig and spitting it in disgust -"WHAT IS THIS?", "its carbonated water", she would reply nonchalantly, but as I stared back in semi sock, the kind that a Hive account@meno who has never considered shaving could muster, I could not help but to conclude - "adults are weird...."

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Along came Polly... no wait, Karma.. no that's not it

The point is that I'm months away from an idea of what an old man looked like, for me back then, I mean, and today I love, and I do mean the word with bolding letters, I love fizzy water. It's the best, the absolute best. As a matter of fact, there are days were that is my highlight. (wow that sounds pathetic, but it's true)

So... What happened? Did my genetic code betray my youthful convictions? Did the fizzy water upgrade in badassness? Who knows the truth? Not me, that's for sure. But, what I do know is that life is better because of it.

Has Meno lost his mind?

Yes, but I do have a point to make. You see, we are talking about tastes. Now, on this particular example I'm referring to something more palpable, more primal: drinking water - But, life is full of these crazy changes in taste, and the word crazy is precisely the correct one here.

I remember hating onions, ONIONS! take a guess.. I love onions. I love them so much if someone gives me a salad without them, I feel I've been fakenewsd food wise and I won't be happy. A salad without onions is just food for a rabbit, and that's not me, not even close.

Why do we change so much?

Maybe there is some sort of wisdom at play here, genetic wisdom at that. As if the body knows something that my conscious self can't recognize.

"Hey meno... drink fizzy water, you will avoid the upset stomach, here... let me make you crave the nasty thing!"

Nasty? What am I talking about... it's the best....

Ok, let's have some fun. What things you remember hating that you love today... best answer, funniest answer gets 1 SBD.