But I can't stand apples. I have malusdomesitcaphobia. Look it up.
Just kidding. It's the fear of apples. Specifically for me, the fear of eating apples. Which doesn't have it's own name and has to be catagorized with the other people who fear apples in other ways. If such freaks even exist. I imagine I'm in a quite small group.
But if you know me well, you know that the sound of biting into apples makes me crazy. I get super bad chills and majorly noticeable goosebumps. It doesn't matter if they are cut up or whole, but whole apples are definitely worse. Just knowing that someone is biting into one makes me shiver. What is strange is that I am not averse to apple juice, apple sauce, or apple pie even. Just apples in their purest form. And I don't mind the taste or smell, in fact I like it. But I cannot get over the texture or sound to thoroughly enjoy one.
Eating an apple was not actually on my original 101 list. I'm surprised I didn't think of it before but it never came up. Until dear sweet Daniel Alvarez got our group Christmas presents- chocolate and caramel covered apples. The poor guy had no idea of my fear until a few days before he gave it to me- and he had already picked it out. So, I decided that to conquer my fear, I may as well eat this "thoughtful" apple.
It took me nearly all day. I cut it into slices (it smelled amazing), stuffed it into tupperware, and took it to work. I had my first piece around 9:30 a.m. and didn't finish until sometime close to 5 p.m. Despite the tastiness of the caramel, chocolate, and pecans, the apple was freaking huge and it took a lot of effort to finish. Luckily, I was prepared for the effects- I wore a sweatshirt at my desk all day to hide the goosebumps and help cure the chills. Not so luckily, I am still bothered by the texture and sound and don't have any intentions to eat another one any time soon- candied or not.
