I hate

Hopefully I'll find out, my gag reflex is currently at try not to throw up brushing my teeth stage, pretty sure I used to be able to deep throat beer bottles.

I grew up with a load of food issues (ironically, one of them being eating "a load of food") that turned me into a more "picky" eater. For a long time, the only vegetable I would eat was potatoes (don't, racist). To the point where if we had vegetable soup, just standard homemade broth with veg in it, I had to have mine strained. As a teenager, there was a long period of time where a regular evening meal for me would be a whole bag of frozen/oven cooked onion rings (extra points for getting exactly 15 on each of the two baking trays) with several slices of buttered white bread to make butties (various external and family issues meaning a lot of fending for ourselves).

I spent a lot of my 20's getting out of these habits and broadening my tastes. Moving then to South London with someone who grew up in Brixton and has an almost genetic level of Jewish mother feeder traits was very helpful in that regard. It's only really now at 40 I recognise where a lot of the anxieties came from and can be more comfortable in knowing/saying "no, I just don't like that" and it not being some trauma related aversion.

Cucumber is still fucking rank.

Another one! @spotter

https://www.reddit.com/r/noburp/

I love food, eat almost everything, and can also eat stuff I don't like. A lot of that is innate, but some is having developed quite a wide comfort zone at various points in my life.

Picky eaters used to be one of my pet peves, and I still do groan internally when my veggie OH procrastinates over what they want me to cook for dinner.

However, since having my first I've become much more accepting. 1) because they had allegies as a baby forcing my OH to become even pickier. 2) because they were (and still are) such a food monster that'll devour anything. While I'd love to claim the credit and say it's something we did, it wasn't. And it just showed me how random peoples tastes and ability to eat is.

Pretty sure we've discussed it before.

Oh you're having it done? Please do keep me updated (Via PM if you prefer) as I'm very interested

Well, I've been on a waiting list with no contact for 3 years, the only confirmation I could gather that I'm actually on it is my surgery were recently tidying up their waiting lists and I had to confirm I wanted to stay on it. If something eventually happens I'll record some burps and post them in the "I love" thread.

Even better, grow your own and choose the 'burpless' variety. (Not joking it's a real thing)

choose the 'burpless' variety.

Maybe this is where I went wrong.

Don't like it enough to take the time to peel it, so I just avoid it as much as I can.

I hate Accountancy. The awful embarrassing outdated cousin of Economics kept in the attic.

Full of archaic obscurantist terminology designed to make those inside the circle feel important and those outside excluded and baffled.

They can't even agree when the fucking year starts.

Suprise! You owe 10k from ages ago. We didn't tell you at the time. Sorry.

Do I though?

Maybe. We'll speak to HMRC.

I used to be like that as a kid but at some point I just stopped caring and I think it might have been because my parents always forced me to eat regardless. If I vomited they would just serve me another plate. I have many torturous memories from the dinner table.

Nowadays I still don't like the same foods I didn't like as a kid, but I'll eat them without a problem if I'm at a friends house or a restaurant and it's what everybody else is having. I won't buy them for myself though.

Some other things I didn't like but was forced to eat, I actually developed a pretty bad intolerance for such as shellfish or milk. I wonder if I was always intolerant and it was just how my body reacted back then. I definitely feel that they've got a lot worse with time.

I can't burp so that's not a problem (although I do fully hate not being able to burp)

Say what?

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Still lol'd though

Ha! It's funny because I'm a nonce too.

… people pressing the train door button before it lights up / sounds.

Do these people think the only thing keeping doors closed, as the train in moving, is everyone’s desire not to fall into the ballast and get chewed up?

Thicker than a diver’s boot, some people.

the only thing keeping doors closed, as the train in moving, is everyone’s desire not to fall into the ballast and get chewed up

Sure you could open doors of moving train in the 80's still, probably 90's for London commuter rolling stock.

I just like pressing buttons. Downstairs at the Science Museum was ace.

The 313s did that when they had a lever. It was replaced with a button.

My brother can't burp either. He's come up with a pretty good system though. Any time he really needs to burp just throws up loads instead. Genius really.

Science Museum: Is that metal table with the pop up ball in the middle that you couldn't touch still there? Loved that thing.

Sorry, reply to error.

Haha, I did think it was odd. Good suggestion for my previous question though! I've not been to the science museum for years.

That reminds me I hate the natural history museum in London. It’s just rammed with stupid cunts. Grown men climbing over each other to look an exhibit designed for 7 year olds. There was a wooden radiator housing with screwed down panels that some of these cretinous vermin were trying to interact with as if it was some multi sensory installation.

Just get the bus to Oxford and go to the smaller quieter natural history museum with the added bonus of the Pitt Rivers instead.

Probably if it was there ages ago. Sounds like a Launch Pad thing which has been replaced with Wonderlab. Less chaotic than I remember it.

Yeah, he's not alone with that system, usually I'll do an "air sick" but I'm never sure whether it'll just be air, sometimes it isn't.