Too many things gross me out. If you think about it, it's a kind of a luxury. So I'm working on not letting grossness have any affect on me. I don't have the space or money to begin buying and storing stuff for the apocalypse (zombie, environmental or other), so this is my way of honing my survival skills. I figure while people are trying to catch up with the reality that they can no longer afford to be grossed out to the point that they cannot eat something or make use of what is available, I will already be at the place where nothing moves me and I can score all kinds of stuff that others reject. And since eating utensils will likely move way down on the list of important possessions, I'm hoping with some practice, I will be able to eat gross and questionable items with my filthy hands without gagging. It's important to be prepared. And if we don't fight against our queasiness then only gross people will survive. The world will be populated exclusively by the naturally gross. This doesn't bode well for the manners of future generations. We, the reluctantly gross, must step up. It's not only a necessity for survival to overcome our inherent aversion to gross, it's an act of heroism for the future of humankind. Courageous grossness, an honorable kind of disgust.