So I recently visited my parents, and my mom, in preparation for the momentous event, bought a box of Cinnamon Toast Crunch because she remembered that I liked it. Obviously a very sweet gesture, and I had some pretty much every day (sometimes twice) because a) I didn't want to look like an ingrate; and b) I will eat sugary cereal whenever there's an excuse to do so, even though I can't justify buying it myself.
The weird thing is, while I don't have anything against it, I'm not all that crazy about Cinnamon Toast Crunch, so I have no idea why she thought that it would be a great "welcome home" gift. Now if it had been a box of Fruity Pebbles... And that got me to thinking—even if I were still in the habit of buying sugary cereals, I don't think I could bring myself, as a 30-something technically adult human being without kids in the house, to buy Fruity Pebbles, even though they're delicious. A few years ago, before I became 30-something (but was still technically an adult), I bought what turned out to be my last box of Lucky Charms, and felt like I had somehow failed to reach maturity, despite having gone through puberty, developed secondary sexual characteristics, and reached the point where being tried as an adult is no longer in question.
On the other hand, it's just cereal. So am I crazy? Or are there things that you, gentle reader, have also given up not because you don't like them anymore, but it just feels like the thing to do?
Also, speaking of visiting the folks, I'm reminded of this Onion story from last year, which was so accurate that it made me laugh and feel sad at the same time.
ETA: Just to be clear, the title referred to my purchasing said items, not receiving them as...gifts, I guess?