(So, being the woman in the relationship, I, of course, maybe would be prone to acting a bit irrationally when these things come up, but whatever. Mars and Venus, blah blah.)
This is what went down: I asked, all so innocently, "Say I didn't eat enough iodized salt, and ended up getting a goiter. Would you still go out with me?" Harmless, right? To which! To which, he replied, "Nope."
WHAT?! I'd be the same person! I'd still be cute, right? Regardless of the giant growth on my neck ... The ever-growing increase in size of the thyroid ... What's the big deal, yo? I would still have the same sparkling hi-larious personality. What a jerky thing to say ...
... Except, I ran this very same scenario past my friends today, and the responses varied from a mild, "No, probably not," to "Hell, no! I wouldn't even talk to you anymore, and I'd likely run the other way when I saw you coming." And this was before we even did a Google image search and found horrific sickening pictures of goiters the size of the person's head, bulging out beneath her chin. Ok, I guess they may have a point.
Two things: You don't find out who your true friends are until you're actually inflicted by a goiter, and do all you can now to prevent such a thing from happening to you. You wouldn't want to test your friends' loyalty, finding yourself alone and goitered.
I'm now gonna go start an iodized salt lick in my apartment and start drinking more margaritas just so I can use the salted rim to ward off social pariah-dom. Cheers!
