Just a few minutes ago, E. asked that I eat some sort of cereal she has but doesn’t like anymore because it upsets her stomach, so I should eat it because I have a “stomach of iron.” What am I, a garbage disposal? Just because I can eat almost anything does not mean that I will eat anything. And when I tell everyone how they can get a stronger stomach, they just look at me funny.
I tell ya, good health and resiliency is not all it’s made out to be. People will try to take advantage of the fact that you refuse to die by asking you to do things that might kill you that they would rather not do. Perhaps the Surgeon General should issue a warning about good health.
*amused*
Maybe I am just a Supertaster? It would explain why I don’t like rather spicy foods. Like, even minimally spicy stuff.
But what about how I like pickles and ice cream?