Food.

Food. I hate food with a burning passion. But I also love food, but it has to be a specific kind, with a specific smell, a specific texture. Ever since I could think my mind has been plagued by overwhelming dread over nausea and the bone-chilling effects of being in the presence of a food smell I could not cope with. If someone in the same room as me eats tuna, or an egg, or chicken, or virtually anything, I must allow the room to air out until I can feel safe to return. It's so stupid, I know I have issues but there doesn't seem to be anything I can do about it, so I just hate food.