Part 1 of 2 of sam bot dot com’s October 5th, What’s-on-my-mind?-Not-a-whole-hell-of-a-lot series (part 2?)
Look, some people are just averse to certain words. It’s a fact of humanity and a sad, but undeniable truth. I know a girl (oh, you know who you are) who cringes at the mere mention of the word “lotion.” She hates it. It makes her react violently (and I’ve felt the full brunt of that violence). “Ointment” too. And the word “paste,” I think. Actually, anything that is likely to be distributed in tube form. It’s bizarre, but it’s the truth. And it’s okay. Because today, I discovered, to my great annoyance, that I too have an extreme aversion to a word. Blech! It makes me nauseous just thinking about it. But I guess if I expect this post to go anywhere, I’m going to have to write it down. Ugh. Ready? Here it comes:
Icky! Gross! Puke! Geez… that’s a disgusting word. I hate it! Let’s never speak of it again. Think happy thoughts… coffee, donuts, beer, a new MacBook… Okay. Better.