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No I'm not. No, I'm not.

One of the things I enjoy about life is cereal. My favorite cereal is probably Rice Chex. I like it so much, in fact, that one summer I attempted to eat nothing but Rice Chex for as long as I could. Breakfast, lunch, and dinner merged into a never ending bowl of cereal. After about a month I got extremely pale and weak. Then I stopped. I thought it was pretty okay. Nobody seems to agree with me. This is funny, I think.

When we like something a lot we tend to indulge in excess. When we find a favorite song we listen to it on repeat. When we find a favorite movie we watch it multiple times in a short time span. When we find a favorite book we read it again and again. When girls find a new favorite male actor they plaster their walls with his likeness and obsess over him day and night, making everyone else uncomfortable. These things are okay. What is not okay, interestingly, is when you eat a lot of your favorite cereal. This is actually disgusting. Who knew?

Eating a lot of cereal is not commonplace, I suppose. This does not bother me a lot. I enjoy eating it regardless of what other people may think. Unless they think it is disgusting. Then I feel bad eating it. That is okay, though. Except for the feeling bad part, I guess.

It's just funny to see dual standards in action. Of course, there are much more important dual standards present in our society but none of them bother me as much as the cereal problem. I don't know why. An affinity for cereal seems to bother girls most of all, I've noticed. "Wow," they say. "That's actually disgusting." "Oh," I reply and shrug. "I like cereal." Well you're a weirdo, they think. Or say. Sometimes they say that. I guess eating cereal is not for everyone. But when they're finished being shocked by cereal they run off to chat about Johnny Depp or Gossip Girl. What's the deal with that?

What is wrong with eating cereal recreationally?

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