This was a hilarious podcast, definitely my favorite with out Susan.
How soon people forget about the Mustard Monster of 1986.
http://images.wikia.com/lyricwiki/images/3/3d/Mustard_Plug_-_Yellow_No._5.jpg
ARTIST RENDERING
That indecent traumatized children of that era and formed a general distrust of condiments with many of those youths.
I began thinking of my own quirks about trying things, based off of stubbornness, repression, fear, or whatever else. I came up with two, one is more in tune with Mike's "never tried it" quirk while the other is just more fun to bring up.
The first one I noticed as I posted my first comment on The Escapist Magazine dot Com (my favorite website).
http://www.escapistmagazine.com/forums/read/6.384245-The-Obscure-Games-Quiz#15275042
I am just not doing Facebook...I wont do it.
I obviously have an issue with registering in general as well.
The other quirk has to do with reading novels. I was in the first or second grade, and up till that point the books I read were all compilations of short stories (Little Red Riding-hood and such). I picked up a book to read that listed the page numbers and titles of it's chapters on it's table of contents. Not knowing any better I interpreted it to mean that the book was also a bunch of short stories. I read the chapters according to how interesting the chapter titles sounded to me (basically really out of order). I was into my second story/chapter before I noticed that they had the same main character. I thought that is neat. It was not until I got to my fifth story/chapter before I realized that this was all the same story. I finished the rest of the book in it's "correct" order, then had to go back and read a couple lose end chapters that had been skipped over.
Reading the book like this blew my mind back then, it is hard to put into words. I was either too lazy or the way I like to look at it too worried I would be heartbroken, to go back and read the book in it's proper order. I have since forgotten the books title, with what I am guessing is either: a shielding mechanism that I may one day find out that the book was not truly awesome and mind blowing when read "correct", or just a result of years of toxic chemical abuse and entropy. It was titled, Lunar...something?
I read a few books over the next couple of years futilely wanting a book to mean as much to me. I gave up hope and faced the unfortunate cold fact, that; no book would ever shape me as much as that one (subconsciously of course, I was to young to form those thoughts).
I had spent quite a few years not reading. What came from a lose of hope, became stubbornness to try, and eventually pride in not doing so.
I was finally convinced to read a book by an at the time girlfriend. One book became a few and it was not long before I was completely humbled by what I was missing. I liked the books that came close to blowing my mind: stuff from Vonnegut, works by palahniuk, and The House of Leaves. Nothing however was Lunar...whatever it was.
I am currently on another hiatus from reading. With an already complicated relationship with the novel, having a different at the time girlfriend that spent most of her time reading, I soured on books as I soured on the girl. I am more than sure I will pick up a book again at some time (though it has been awhile, maybe I am just lazy).
P.S. captcha=get out, I feel welcome already