I am not someone you would call emetophobic, or having a fear of vomiting. If you are one of those people, I would suggest you click out of this now, lest you be stricken with fear you can’t overcome.

Although I don’t fear vomiting with every ounce of my being, I’m not thrilled when I do it. Some surefire things will make me vomit, including but not limited to sangria and being so stressed out I can’t eat. I usually have the good sense to run to the bathroom, go outside, or grab a trash can when my body is telling me I’m going to throw up, even though my brain is begging it to hold onto my lunch. The most humiliating moment of my life was when I threw up on the school bus coming back from the 8th-grade field trip, and I am not trying to replicate the day when my vomit got on an innocent bystander’s bag.