Latent hate

It's odd that you can go your entire life trudging along, day to day, without noticing how much you hate something.

I spent the first 32 years of my life blissfully unaware that I hate the taste of something I've tasted incredibly regularly since I was a nipper.

You'd think it'd be impossible, right? You put something in your mouth, it tastes bad, you go 'bleurgh' and don't eat it again. Like cauliflower. Cauliflower does that to me, so I don't eat it.

But this isn't a thing man can escape, at least not with the limited resources available in this town, and especially without the realisation that you do actually dislike it.

Its sticky texture, overpowering flavour and chemical aftertaste leave me wanting to murder my tastebuds twice a day.

That's right. Mint toothpaste.

Now that I've opened my mind to the repugnance of mint toothpaste, oh how I want to destroy Mr Colgate and his kin. The taste of minty hell every time I brush my teeth brings me to my knees.

I've just been reminded that there are other flavours out there. I tried one, years ago
- strawberry flavour. This was like the nectar of the gods - brushing was nice, almost peaceful. I remember feeling calm.

So tomorrow, when the shops open again, I'm going shopping for alternative flavours of toothpaste.

I'm rock and roll, me.