I'm Bitter

I'm bitter. Literally. When I lick my lips, they're bitter. When I stick my finger in my mouth, it's bitter. And don't look at me like that, all of us, at one time or another, stick a finger in our mouths. It's normal. It's just, most of us don't write about it and stick it on the Internet. So, anyway, I'm bitter.

It started a couple of weeks ago. At first, I thought I had hairspray on my hands and face, so I washed myself. It didn't help, so I washed myself again. Still no better.

I went to my husband and told him I was bitter. It went something like this.

Me: I'm bitter.

Hubby: I'm sorry.

Me: No. I mean, I'm bitter.

Hubby: At what?

Me: Nothing. I'm saying, I am literally bitter.

Hubby, looking at me with much scepticism: Okay?

Me, holding out my hand: Here, taste me.

Hubby, staring at me like I'd lost it. (This happens a lot.): You want me to taste your finger?

Me: Yeah. I'm bitter.

Hubby: That's gross.

Me: You kiss me. Is that gross, too?

Hubby: You're serious, aren't you?

Me: Yes. I'm bitter. Taste.

Hubby, putting my finger in his mouth and making a face: Yuck. You are bitter. What's wrong with you?

Me: I don't know. So many things.

Anywho, I now have a good idea of why I am bitter. It's all the dried pie cherries I've been eating. I think. Maybe. At least, if I lay off them for a few days the bitterness decreases, and I taste almost normal. But then, I eat some more. Why? I don't know. It's like I can't stop myself. Maybe I just want to be bitter. What would Freud say about that?