Yes. I once told a popular kid in school that I hated pizza, ice cream and music. He was so completely convinced. Another time when we were older we both had the same Auto Mechanics (( I believe that is the name of it? )) class, and our teacher told us a story about how when he was younger he would throw all of the 'extra' kittens in a bag then toss them in the river. I was the only one who spoke up and said how upset it made me to hear it. Very soon after I dropped the class. Which made that same popular kid come up to me and ask on behalf of the teacher, 'Did you quit because of that story?' I'll admit it was cute to see how worried he was, but... it confuses me to this day how people can come to believe what they want to believe of you, no matter what characteristics you might show that you would think would prove the contrary? (( Odd side story, probably? I just felt it somehow connected. Maybe only in my mind. ~ )) Suffice to say I do not think it is a requirement in life that you absolutely adore pizza.
Would you like me if I asked you to order my food for me in the restaurant because I all too often do not know what I am doing? (( I once ordered a cheeseburger and when the waiter asked 'how do you want that?' I said 'with cheese.' Oh how it is to be me. ))