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Yay saprophytophobia!
Jul. 16th, 2008 12:30 pmA long ass time ago when doing mold patrol in the kitchen, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
beatgoddess came up with an amusing system of euphemisms to refer to things getting moldy. I think it started when beat looked at a loaf of bread and quickly chucked it into the trash, and when I asked if it was moldy the response was "what? um, oh, no. It's just... a little grumpy."
Cue a long tradition of bread products with mood swings.
I am actually rather impressed with myself. This morning I encountered something in the bread basket that could only be described as ANGRY. Like full on, Incredible Hulk pissed off (and about the same color too.) And much to my surprise I did not immediately flee the room screaming. Of course, I couldn't bring myself to dispose of it either - that would have required actually approaching and touching it, which... no. But seeing that, realizing what it was and then sort of staring at it in fascinated disgust rather than freaking out... big improvement. Or maybe I was just too groggy to have a full on hysterical fit, who knows. Be kinda nice if I were actually somewhat outgrowing it though... I've always felt really silly about being scared of mold. Talk about your messed up irrational phobias.
beatgoddess came up with an amusing system of euphemisms to refer to things getting moldy. I think it started when beat looked at a loaf of bread and quickly chucked it into the trash, and when I asked if it was moldy the response was "what? um, oh, no. It's just... a little grumpy."Cue a long tradition of bread products with mood swings.
I am actually rather impressed with myself. This morning I encountered something in the bread basket that could only be described as ANGRY. Like full on, Incredible Hulk pissed off (and about the same color too.) And much to my surprise I did not immediately flee the room screaming. Of course, I couldn't bring myself to dispose of it either - that would have required actually approaching and touching it, which... no. But seeing that, realizing what it was and then sort of staring at it in fascinated disgust rather than freaking out... big improvement. Or maybe I was just too groggy to have a full on hysterical fit, who knows. Be kinda nice if I were actually somewhat outgrowing it though... I've always felt really silly about being scared of mold. Talk about your messed up irrational phobias.
