My ISFJ sister lives in North Carolina. We correspond by e-mail, mostly. Yesterday I went out to a nature reserve and took lots of pictures of all the different kinds of mushrooms they have there (and though I say it myself, the pics aren't half bad). I sent her the link to my Flickr so she could have a browse and she wrote back:
"Euw, looking at mushrooms makes me want to puke. Gross."
I laughed and said sis, you've always been squeamish, I remember a time when I mentioned the word 'spleen' in passing in a sentence and you pushed your dinner plate away and blamed me for 'making' you not be able to eat it.
"I'm not that bad anymore, but if I think about what I'm eating (meat-wise) I totally can't eat it anymore. That's why I have to have steaks cooked at least medium well and hate handling raw chicken.
I'm also very careful about what I eat around J after he has tricked me into eating rabbit and deer and probably squirrel too, who knows with that red neck!!!!
I like my food to look nice and B makes fun of me all the time because whenever I order a sandwich I have to dismantle and rebuild it so it looks pretty and the fillings are distributed evenly. I hate when there's a giant mound of turkey in the middle and the tomatoes falling out and the cheese is all on one side etc. Ok so maybe I'm a little OCD, but I'm ok with that! Probably why I have a miniature hand sanitizer clipped onto my handbag too. I hate germs, euwwyyyy!"
And I'm thinking, is this the beginning warning signs of a person en route to developing the life-taking-over kind of OCD that I'm familiar with in another SJ friend of mine?
I just find it a bit worrying, considering that this girl grew up on a farm like I did and when we were kids we used to play with mud and bugs and dead rodents caught by the cats, and y'know... she didn't develop this squeamishness until her late teens... I wonder what it's all about??