Quoth AccountingDrone
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It's because I'm something called a "Taster." This means that the wiring in my brain to connect it to my taste buds is more similar to our ancestors in the wild. In the wild, bitter, more often than not, means it's poisonous. So when I put some broccoli (or drink beer, BLECK) my brain goes "OMG WHY ARE YOU EATING THIS STOP STOP STOP!"
So it just tastes repulsive to me.


*cue sweatdrop*
Still wasn't told at the time what it was, even though I was already reading mum's medical encyclopedia and could probably have understood! The best I can guess is that it might have been something called a 'quinsy' but *shrugs* I don't know, and I've not heard of it anywhere else. So that tale might be on topic there
for which I tried self-treatment for several days before finally going to the doctor.
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