I’m an odd duck. I could hold a snake, live in the presence of a spider, eat bull testicle if need be. I however, cannot stand the sight (and feet, and eyes, and beaks) of chickens and I loathe Mayonnaise so much that I haven’t had it touch my tongue in over 10 years. Just earlier this day, thinking of eating ranch made me gag a bit.
So instead of the usual goal of facing someone’s fears, I’m going to face my hatreds. I will hold a nasty chicken, I will camp in the wilderness amongst god’s little creatures, and one day, one day, I will have that nasty white goop enter my belly.
I will keep you posted on the alternate blog to find that in, and will post the updates here as well.
Wish me luck, I have a lot of hate to get through.