How my uvula acts like chicken skin is the same as Hagfish snot

So I want to share something with you all. It's sort of a problem I have, and whenever I think about surviving on my own in the wilderness, this annoying biological reaction keeps me grounded in the reality that I could very easily starve to death.

I can't eat chicken skin without gagging. 

Go on. Laugh. But I seriously cannot do it. Let's get one thing clear. I cannot do it because that dangly thing in the back of my throat LITERALLY won't let me. It does a good job. I cannot complain that it saves me each and every time someone tricks me into thinking I can eat the skin part. I think to myself yeah I can do this. And it's like no way man. Do you want to look like an idiot in front of all these people? Oh you do? Okay well try and eat it. I am thankful for having such an over protective uvula thing.

It's not like I can't do it because eeewwwww. No...I can't do it because I am in the statistical category of people who would not be able to survive if chicken skin was the only food product left on the planet in an apocalyptic world. While I am at it, I might as well add steak fat to the list too. I JUST CAN'T!

Recent example: I purchased a whole roasted chicken. I ate would I wanted and saved the carcass for my dog. After a week of sitting in the fridge, I took a fork to it and got as much meat off the bones as I could. It had been sitting in the fat drippings the whole time so the skin peeled away from the wings and legs like a thin layer of clear film. It made me gag. I wasn't even putting the skin in my mouth and it made me gag! Just holding it my fingers made my uvula send a message to my esophagus to prepare for overflow.

By "clear film" I am reminded of the snot of a Hagfish

 Another you say?








It's the texture that does it for me. I am a civilized man living in a modern age and can recognize that there are just some things I cannot put in my mouth. Some people can put whatever they want in their mouth. Not me. I'm okay with this. For both them and myself. I guess what it boils down to is knowing your limitations and when to say "no".

Not sure if creepy, or charming.