More than a month ago I promised a blog detailing reasons why someone could hate cheese, and I blew it off. I tend to do that a lot. Normally it’s due to outside stresses and self inflicted time crunches, but this was different. I was asked to explain something I didn’t completely understand. Why I hate cheese. I have no idea why I hate cheese, I just do. I always have and I don’t see that changing any time soon. But after a month of pestering from the higher ups, I put my head down and did my best to piece it together. And then I had an epiphany. 

It’s too cheesy.

That’s literally the only way I can put into words why I dislike cheese. It’s too cheesy. Everything that makes cheese cheese is why I hate cheese. I don’t understand how coagulated milk is appealing. Eating it makes me feel like I’m eating the solid chunks in rotting milk. It tastes like wet socks you’re trying to dry by the fire. 
Some might call me a hypocrite and point out that I do in fact enjoy certain things that involve cheese. And by certain things I mean pizza. Well nonexistant reader, I’m not a monster. But if I can specifically taste the cheese on a pizza over the other flavors it usually results in excessive gagging and a waste of a slice. I like the taste of pizza and I dislike the taste of cheese. 

Honestly I don’t see the appeal of eating solid dairy waste, so if someone would like to enlighten me feel free.