I dislike onions and tomatoes. As a kid, a teenager, and now as an adult. I remember someone telling me that I didn't like them because I was child, when my taste buds matured, and I was grown up, I'd love them.
But onions and tomatoes are an easy thing to own up to not liking. The harder things to say you don't enjoy are the things that everyone likes.
For example: root beer floats.
I am not a fan.
I partook of these not so yummy floats all through my growing up years because everyone loves them, so I should too. I kept trying it, hoping each time would be the magic time that I would taste it and think, "Oh, man, that's good stuff."
That never happened. I don't like root beer floats. I don't like root beer, and I'm not very fond of vanilla ice cream and lets not even think about that weird dirty foam the two combine to make.
I really do think I've enjoyed life so much more when I started to say I don't like root beer floats. I also don't like coconut, strawberry milk and lutefisk.
What? Most people don't like lutefisk? Huh. Well, coming from a very Swedish family, not liking lutefisk is akin to not liking root beer floats. Shockingly Un-American. Er, I mean Un-Swedish-American.