Taste Test

I've always had this odd habit of putting random things I find on the ground in my mouth. A paperclip lying in the dirt, for no sensical reason, looks like a yummy treat, despite the acidic taste against my tongue. A broken piece of plastic on the pavement seems more secure in the hollows of my mouth than my more reasonable pocket.

Today I found an unidentifiable brown blob on my mattress. After it passed a sniff test (used to verify that it was not poop,) I popped it in my mouth. No sooner had it entered did I spit it out: I immediately realized that blob was a piece of chocolate. For whatever reason, in that moment, discovering the object's taste was recognizable proved so disconcerting to me that I couldn't stomach it.

That's why I'm weird.