So, let me give some background. From a young age, I was a slave on the desert planet, known as Tatooine. And let me tell you, there was sand *everywhere*.
It got in my eyes at times, during sandstorms, I was cut and bruised just by all of that coarse, gritty sand.
Really, it was all there was in sight, and I really just could not get away from the stuff fast enough.
I've been avoiding places with a lot of sand, since then, and it's really strained some family relationships.
I'm considering going back to see my mother, if she's even still alive, just to rescue her from those cruel people down there.
Now, my girlfriend, on the other hand (I'm not sure if we're really "official" yet, but we're basically a thing), she actually seems to have sort of an affinity for the stuff.
She told me that she loved swimming to this one island with all of her school friends when she was younger, and then just lying there, on that disgusting, coarse,
gritty sand until the sun dried them out. I really don't know what she sees in sand, honestly.
I mean, how can you like something so, so coarse? So rough? So irritating? Not to mention, it gets *everywhere*, as I've mentioned before.
I really don't want this to become a strain on our relationship. At the same time, I just can't stand sand.
It's so awful, not to mention all the savages that live *in* the sand, particularly on Tatooine. Maybe I'm wrong about sand, maybe I'm being unfair to it.
I was wondering if someone could give me a different perspective on sand.