Awe, Nuts

I have been known to navigate through pints of Ben and Jerry's ice creams in the most curious of ways. With no shame or regard for the hungry children that suffer from malnutrition across the world, I will eat just the ice cream, working around every solid morsel that requires chewing. It turns out that half of every pint of Chunky Monkey, for example, is comprised of walnuts and dark chocolate. It shouldn't legally be called ice cream if half of it isn't actually ice cream, is all I'm sayin'.

As I feel about food stuffs that infiltrate my creamy dairy confections is how I feel about walnuts. I'd really rather they give me some space. Distance is what I think most adults would call it, in the context of relationships. So what to do when someone generously offers you a helluvalotta them?

You say thank you, but no thank you and gently refuse their offer. But in this case, I had already turned down a bunch of other stuff and if you have any manners, you know that there are only so many no, thank you's someone can utter in the span of a single conversation before coming off as an ungrateful brute. A girl can't repeatedly reject the kind gestures of someone who wishes to share something that they think she would like. It's mean, you know? So I gave in and accepted graciously.

So now you know the story behind the large container of walnuts in my kitchen. And the truth about how I don't mind setting aside things I don't like. And about how I sometimes have trouble saying no to people who have kind intentions.