I like my condiments just as much as the next guy. I never met a mustard that I haven't been able to find some use for. Real mayonnaise adds creaminess and depth and hot sauces like sriracha or cholula provide balance and heat. There is, however, one condiment, immensely popular, that I simply don't get – ketchup. Now, I don't dislike ketchup. It has its place, I suppose, but as far as I am concerned its place is very limited. Some people smother french fries, some people pour it on scrambled eggs and some people even put it on hot dogs! Not me. As far as I'm concerned, ketchup has only two uses. The first is on a cheeseburger with mustard, lettuce and tomato and the other is as a base for cocktail sauce.
Now, I'm no food despot, so if you, my reader, happen to like ketchup on anything and everything, I have no desire to stop you. Pour away! I don't get it, but then so what? I enjoy and go out of my way for plenty of foods that other people scratch their heads at, but that is what makes food so much fun and makes it so difficult to calibrate one's culinary opinions to another's. It is impossible, or nearly so, for any two people to have perfectly matched palates, but that isn't really important. While I am not a huge fan of ketchup, my wife and each of my children are. Despite that, our tastes generally align when it comes to food (thank goodness!).
What is important, is having an open mind and tolerance for others tastes. Of course, if palates are totally out of sync, those individuals may not get along very well if food is the least bit important to them. So long as the big picture of tolerance and values is present, the small details of individual food peccadilloes is unimportant. If my wife and kids adore ketchup and I don't, what does it matter?