May I ask why you are forcing yourself to eat tomatoes if you don’t like them? Now, I occasionally forget I don’t like tomatoes (because they’re so red and wonderfully juicy-looking!) and then buy one and then eat a slice and suddenly remember (“Oh right! …Oh…right… :(”), but I’m not going to deliberately shove unpleasant food down my throat just for the hell of it.
I mean, I could understand it if you’re moving to, I don’t know, Papua New Guinea where your food options will be limited and you’d better learn to love the local cuisine tout de suite or you’ll be in trouble, but… I’m first-gen Italian American, am surrounded by raw tomatoes at family gatherings, and it’s never a problem for me or anyone else that I don’t eat them. More for everyone else!
Do you (this is open to anyone who does this, not just you LibrarySpy) think it’s a sign of weak character if you don’t like certain foods (not even at the level of being “picky”)? I think it’s completely normal and non-remarkable if someone has a short list of food they don’t eat. Do you also make yourself listen to music you don’t like, or wear perfume you don’t like?
Re: the oyster bar example, I don’t think I’ve ever had raw oysters. I would go and join you there and try one. If I like it, I’ll keep eating them. If I don’t like it, I’ll look for something else on the menu to enjoy, or just happily stay there and talk with you and share in your company while you enjoy them. But I’m not going to keep eating them if I don’t like them just…because? Because you think I should like them? That doesn’t make any sense to me.
I don’t consider myself a picky eater, I love to travel and try local foods**, I love to try new foods (I’m, like, constitutionally incapable of eating the same thing twice at the same restaurant…trying new foods is a big pleasure for me), and I really really love to eat and have the ass size to prove it. I’m also not a masochist and can find something else to enjoy rather than choke down food I don’t like just on principle.
**My father just went on one of those riverboat cruises in Europe, from Budapest to Amsterdam, and he said (to my horror!) that in an effort to watch his weight, he didn’t eat a single thing out in any of the cities he visited, just what was served on the boat (which was local cuisine, but it wasn’t…you know, local local). My mind reeled, because to me the whole point of travelling to another country is to experience the culture, which IMO is accomplished by learning their history and eating their food. So I’ve eaten a lot of atypical-to-an-American things (escargot, snake, bear), and learned that I don’t like certain unusual things (bear), so that will be the last time I eat them.