Contemporary Literary Drama Realism Crackers

This musing is inspired by my creative writing courses, my own checklist of genres I want to write in, and the "literary over genre" false dichotomy.

I feel kinda sad :(
both for myself
and for my classmates who use genre as a derogatory trem
I'm looking at this huge list of writerly goals
and all the genres and subgenres I'd like to break into
the ones I already have
and the ones made by splicing stuff together
the ones I want to invent/pioneer
and going
gosh
my classmates don't have this fun
they don't see the kaleidoscope of colors and flavors produced by interacting genres and subgrenres
they aren't striving to expand the boundaries of them ,or test them
or splice together two categories that god never intended to commingle
:(
the don't know how wonderful it is
Because they have been taught to, and maybe only want to, only can
bake and eat crackers
I have nothing wrong with crackers
and there are many rich types of crackers
from the cheese nips
and sour cream and chives flavor Ritz crackers
to the humble stoned wheat cracker
the minimalist saltine, the pious matzoh and holy host.
And yet, sooner or later, I will have cheese on my crackers, or dip, or peanut butter and jelly, or a wedge of cheese and slice of apple cemented on with peanut butter and topped with a dab of softer cheese
and I will tire of crackers
and they probably won't dip their crackers for a long long time
unless it's off the record, or the professor at the party dips his cracker first
nor will they know the joy of sinking into a well-prepared sandwich
or soup
or trifle
...on the other hand
I'm going to be pretty damn lonely when I want to talk about flavors of dip
what separates a cheese-spread from a cheese topping
whether cheese whiz is really food
and I won't get much help when asking for tips on how to get a creamier soup
or where to buy hoagies.
=/ that is the nature of my sorrowful extended metaphor.