The other day I found out that those baby cheese wheels are covered in a hard yellow wax. You have to take that off before eating it. I was miffed when I comented on how hard the cheese was, and my mom cocked her head in confusion, and then explained. I felt sort of baffled by my ignorance. Surely being 20 means I should know the simpler tricks of the world. It was like when I was little and I tried to eat the skin of the kiwi. Once I found out that I was, in fact, normal for not enjoying kiwi skin, I felt sort of a bemused disappointment tainted with a strand of stuffy humility.
If anyone can make humility stuffy, it would be me.

For some reason I get a similar feeling when I go to the doctor's office, and sit on that paper-covered table/bed thing. I always want to swing my legs, and every time they hit the drawers underneath. For some reason I keep swinging. Then I feel embarrased when the doctor arrives 30 minutes later and I am sure they enter the room only because they hear a slight banging and wonder what I might be doing damage to.
Anyway, it makes me feel young and childish. Sometimes it is a refreshing reminder of the truth, though.