Sometimes, I am really bothered by the texture of certain things. For example, my mother has thought for years that I like scones. I have tried to learn to like them, but the feeling of that in my mouth is just displeasing. I took a bite of a cranberry scone this morning, and I just couldn't eat any of it. The same goes for shrimp sometimes, if I'm thinking about it.
With eating that scone this morning, I just began to think of all of the little pet peeves and dislikes that I have, and I made a mental list of them.
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