Well I take it back. Although the fried onion joke centered on the implication of not by choice. I'd personally have to wait for several half-lives to decay before, well.. for I cannot even be in the same kitchen when my old man is frying onions. Reminds me of a particular bit of sulfur chem I once accidentally inflicted upon myself that left a wake of the most eyewatering- toenail-curling followed me round for days. A bit different but between the two they remind me of a third, namely durian fruit and its a sort of menage a trois of mental associations that makes me heave. I can EAT cooked onion if I really have to, as long as I can't sense the texture I try to just crush the juices out and add that.
As for the relative's attitude, thats something that really does make me steaming pissed off. I think those with MR, physical issues, both, or indeed one of each to make a pair, as in some of my past relationships (thinking of the knee and hips mainly, although for the most part its difficult because pain gets in the way rather than a mechanical impediment to movement although I can't straighten the leg if its lifted, that doesn't really get in the way that much for there are not all that many reasons to do it. And my legs do something really odd if I stretch myself out fully, cat-fashion to work out sore muscles/joints, it makes my legs start to shake violently, the entire waist down does, looks like I'm having a tonic-clonic full blown seizure, when it happens almost although theres nothing more dramatically wrong at the time then needing to uncoil and unwind tense muscles.
Pains me to see people who perhaps, are the very least deserving of all people of such shit being heaped on them. Nothing infuriated me more as a really young kid than being patronized. Being deaf must be pretty shit, I bet she was delighted (and confused possibly if deaf by birth) when it was turned on (the implant) I speak ASL sign (rusty atm as i've not used it in a couple of years, learned it from an american who came from the US, met via AFF when it was still up (damn those were the days) but who I had to kick out (literally speaking, crazy bitch went gfor me with a bloody samurai sword. a repro, but still, not something I really wantto go round wearing internally. I prefer my body piercings to take the form of voluntary transactions, and damned if somebody I invite here out of the goodness of my heart, is going to make me feel so unsafe in my own cunting home that I slept with a revolver under my pillow. Fucking psychotic little bitch from hell. EVERYONE I know, both my exes, kassiane, anyone else that ever got on skype with her around that I am aware of, although I am uncertain in CBCs case. Wouldn't blame her if she did though,, because she wasn't just a nutcase, but a damn dangerous nutcase and a snake to boot, got others to do her dirty work through lies and backstabbing as her main MO.
Still, I don't get HOW, someone can just sit down and bite into a whole fried onion/chopped ones asa meal, good god thats beyond the vilest, most jimmy-savile-esque estimations of horrid. My old man told me (think it was him) about someone he knew that would just peel the papery skin off and munch them like we might an apple, raw and...fragrant...as they get. (irony intended) I think I could use that image to make myself yak if I wanted to by thinking about it in detail. Not that it'd put me off someone if I did care about them, just as long as they warn me to vacate the cooking space, or if sharing food prep, if they would just be kind enough to let me run upstairs and grab my mask. (only fair, if I keep anything organic and featuring sulfur, selenium (worse,much worse) or tellurium (I've read some real horror stories, and would sooner avoid anything to do with it, ever, because its truly imfamous for rendering people walking stench-based implements of olfactory chemical warfare, through absorption of even traces, which come back out and are reputedly in some cases so utterly foul books touched by the fingers of people so afflicted have had to be retired. And I believe it too after that terrible sulfur experience (not the element, I like the smell of sulfur itself, but what I did prompted the formation and excretion slowly and for ages, of a truly harrowing stench...especially when its being secreted in your nasal fluid too!) Assuming it wouldn't simply have poisoned me even the selenium version might have had me tying a noose and staring longingly at it for a week or so, and I had to burn the clothing I wore, for some of it couldn't go in the outside bin. All I could keep were my shoes, because those were tough enough to be exposed to things the other clothing would not have survived. Even my leather belt needed to be burnt. I didn't like the smell of onions to begin with, but like durian, the sulfur species though that stank of a mixture of rotting onions, bad eggs/H2S, hints of SO2 and decayed garlic and christ wept did it carry for a long way. Even isocyanides, at least the least stinky and low volatility examples have been less gut-wrenchingly nasty. Plus I hate veg, so I don't use very much when I do use it to cook. Dried is preferable as the isothiocyanates in them are volatile and decline as such, with age (unlike people, which start off nasty, get better in the middle and then start getting nastier again eventually.
