peanut butter and cheese

Some things that make so much sense to us make absolutely no sense to others. Our experiences growing up play a remarkable role in determining the kinds of exposure we have to certain aspects of life. An exciting example (in my opinion), but perhaps not the best elaboration on this idea, is the classic sandwich of my childhood. It may seem an odd pairing at first, but the marriage of extra crunchy peanut butter and American cheese on modest white toast reminds me of my essential youth. As a child, I never thought there was anything particularly weird about my affinity to this pairing. My mother just had a wild imagination when it came to feeding her children I suppose. Even though I'm older now and my culinary tastes have matured beyond those golden days, I still think that peanut butter and cheese sandwiches are the best things ever. Maybe it's more so about the nostalgic flashbacks I get whenever I combine the two ingredients, as opposed to the actual taste that lingers among my taste buds. Either way, it's something that I understand to be a marvelous invention. And it's okay if nobody else gets that.
When you meet someone new much later on in your life, it becomes a great challenge to assess the kind of person they are without having any knowledge of what constitutes their past. Of course I do believe that people shouldn't necessarily be recognized only for their past attributes and behaviors. Nonetheless their pasts do play a vital role in who they are today. Sometimes when I encounter someone that irks me terribly, I try my hardest to give them another chance to compensate for their irrational behavior. But this is solely my subjectivity that determines what is rational or irrational, and to the other character in question their behavior may make total sense to them. This doesn't mean I conclude that all annoying people are not annoying. I'm just saying that there's more to explore in a person beyond a simple gesture or their immediate attitude display.
It's so easy to judge others even when we have absolutely no clue who they are hidden beneath their exterior. People definitely have misconceptions about me as well, based on who they THINK I am from my appearance. It actually amuses me a bit when I hear others tell me what they thought I'd be like and they find out I'm totally not like that at all. I usually don't get angry about being misunderstood because it makes it that much more pleasurable to have someone else GET (the REAL) ME after realizing how mistaken they were initially. So it's really okay for me to be misunderstood at first, as long they can accept me for the peanut butter and cheese sandwich loving girl that I still am.