It’s really funny, actually, the things that grow on you simply because you care for someone. And, beyond that, the things you actually start to like. It’s as if your mind is justifying the thing you can’t stand with the fact that it’s being performed by a person who manages to stand you. 

For instance, I used to not be able to handle snoring at all. If I heard it through a wall, I couldn’t sleep. But, I started dating someone who snored and tried my hardest to sleep through it because I was tired of flipping my poor bed-mate over in the night like a patty to try to stop the snoring. Sometimes, it worked. Sometimes, it made it worse.

And then one night I woke up in the middle of the night from a nightmare. I was covered in a cold sweat and as I came to and calmed down, all I heard was the snoring. And there was something incredibly comfortable about it. It was this reminder, beyond the feeling of warmth beside me, that I wasn’t alone. 

Now, I’m actually kind of comforted by snoring. I find it endearing.

But, no, I don’t think I’d ever, ever tolerate anyone who ate mayoneggs. That’s too fucking far.