The Olive

Right. My gripe. Now I don't have anything against olives. Let's just get that out the way. I think they do their job perfectly, lounging in martinis or perching atop a pizza trying to make it look classy.

My problem is people who eat olives.

Now, I was with someone who was eating olives the other day and they asked me if I had ever tried one before. I said 'No'. So they offered me one. I ate it. It tasted like what the back end of an elephant's scrotum must taste like. I promptly told said olive eater. They laughed and said 'Well no one likes them at first. You just have to keep eating them until you become used to them'. By that missive I deduced that said 'Olive Eater' doesn't actually like them now. They eat them because they are used to the taste. So, by proxy, I should have suggested they eat some three day old dog's vomit. They may not like the taste at first but, if they keep eating it they will get used to it. Or maybe if I keep punching them repeatedly in the face they might not like it at first but they will get used to it. See what I mean?

So as them being a metaphor for the human race, I think maybe they are metaphors for people who eat them and offer them around to people. You see you don't like them when they offer you the olive at first and after they keep offering them you just get used to them.

Or maybe you don't like this point I'm making at first but I assure you keep reading it over and over again and I'm sure you will get used to it.