Reflection on sneezing, of all things
I sneeze hard. I sneeze often. I sneeze in volleys.
This has not gone unnoticed by the people around me. My coworkers in particular take note of my sneezing, and pause every time I “kachoo” (really kachoo kachoo kachoo kachoo kachoo kachoo kachoo kachoo) to gawk. I don’t really think about it very much, except when people comment on it.
A colleague asked me yesterday if it bothered me, which got me thinking. I don’t mind (except when I’m driving or playing video games, because it’s bloody inconvenient), but it does arouse some interesting thoughts.
Having a funny sneeze is an awful lot like being gay. It’s different. People only notice when it’s right in front of them, and when it is they like to stare and ask questions. And it’s only problematic in people’s reactions to it, and not the actual “weird” thing itself.
I’m sure this is true of all sorts of uncommon conditions, but how many can name this last similarity to their list?
You can get lots of goo everywhere, but that’s easily fixed with a fresh box of tissues.