My Ick Factor

If you have been a follower from the beginning of last month, you are aware that I have a slight fear of pickles ( p**). Even typing the word makes me grossed out.

My friend Hilary posted on my MySpace comment section today a YouTube video of a Maury Povich segment discussing individuals with a fear of p** and mustard. I only made it to the 18 second mark after letting out a yelp and getting teary-eyed from lack of exhaustion. I'm not sure why they freak me out, but let's leave the issue alone.

Funny to an extent, but I'd really prefer not to have to look or see one or the word again. Thanks, Hil! I laughed for about a half second before pushing the play button. This post does not even get a photo. Only a link to the YouTube video.

And no, Maury. The whole world DOES NOT EAT PICKLES. Vomit.

Strangely enough, I do like cucumbers. I do not know where the issue stems from, but I've had an issue with p** since I was little.

Idiosyncracies

Think about it. We are all probably hidden closet freaks with little secrets that not many people know about. Mine just happen to be a little humorous.

Today at lunch I revealed the following about myself:

• I have an odd "fear" of pickles and dislike anything having to do with them (taste, smell, the word itself, etc.)
• I can't swallow pills
• I'm allergic to caffeine

Need I say more?

Meg, a newbie at work :) , put the whole thing into perspective by explaining to me in front of the rest of the team, "You're pretty easy-going for someone with so many issues." Nicely put, my friend... this coming from someone who dresses up like a ballerina in her spare time.

Just kidding. I couldn't have explained my "issues" any better.