The best thing about eating cherries is spitting out the pips, right ahead, no matter where. The same principle applies to watermelon, though I believe they grow them pipless these days. I’m so old I even remember seeded grapes – those had to be spat out too.
Olives, if you eat them by a handful, and choose wisely not to get them stoned (heh). Plums, apricots and even pomegranates - well I’m fussy like that. What you do, or did in the olden days as fruit neither comes in a bag now nor kids are allowed to eat it unwashed, is get a bag of fruit, set up camp in the garden (in a hammock! I used to have a proper hammock hung between two trees!), eat away and spit farther. Didn’t half get a bad tummy from eating too many cherries at one go.
Eating washed cherries from a bowl and discretely removing the stones into your curled palm, as if suppressing a ladylike cough, is not even a tenth of the joy; let alone the fact that your paw will be sticky and messy. So that’s really the main reason I don’t eat so many cherries these days.
I make jam instead.