Cinnamon

I was recently surprised to learn that I don't like cinnamon.
I don't think I've ever liked it, really.

But I always thought I liked cinnamon, and I think it's because cinnamon and sugar go together like bacon and eggs, or peanut butter and jelly.
I figured that something so delicious as sugar could not have a bad counterpart.

And cinnamon is only really used in desserts, and I love desserts.
I'm never really in the mood for cinnamon rolls,
I like rice with soy sauce more than rice with sugar, cinnamon and milk (a favorite among most of my friends)
I've never been a huge fan of cinnamon raisin bread but always assumed it was the raisins,
and apple pie has never been my favorite type of pie, but how could it be with peach pie and angel pie existing?
I prefer Froot-Loops over Cinnamon Toast Crunch,
but I just never put two and to together.

It never ever occurred to me that I don't like cinnamon. Never ever.
Until a few months ago when someone asked me if I wanted something cinnamony (I don't even remember what now...) and Travis replied for me, "Becky doesn't like cinnamon."
"What?!" I exclaimed, "I love cinnamon, I'm just not in the mood."
Travis raised his eyebrows and said, "You don't like cinnamon. You're never in the mood. I've known this for months."

Then it hit me. My mind was reeling. It was beyond my control. (I can think of no more cliche's to add here.)

I don't like cinnamon.
He was right.

I practiced saying it, "I don't like cinnamon. I don't like cinnamon. I DON'T LIKE CINNAMON!"

I feel free! Free as a bird! I don't have to pretend I like cinnamon or constantly refuse cinnamon rolls saying, "I"m not really in the mood, I only like them warm."
Because that's a lie, and when I tell that lie people usually heat cinnamon rolls up for me and I'm forced to nibble on that crusty, nasty cinnamony grossness until I convince someone else to eat it.

Is this blowing your mind? It is blowing mine!
I don't like cinnamon.

and somehow I went my whole life without knowing it.