I am what they call a "Picky Eater." (Though I find that name offensive and I prefer to use the term "highly selective.") People like to judge me. It's because I haven't tried that tomato enough, or my parents failed me as a child. False and double false. I'm sorry, but it does not matter how many times I try salmon and how many different ways you prepare it, I cannot convince my taste buds to participate in my culinary excursions.
Many people try to convince me to try something. "Here, it's delicious, just take a little bite. You might like it." I assure you that I will always adamantly decline. If I feel like trying something and have a spurt of bravery I'll say "Let me try that." And then I will. And usually, I hate it. (Except for that one time I finally tried that gross looking green stuff they call guacamole. Mind blown.)
I'd also like to set the record straight. I am not declining your generous food offering because I lack the adventure bone. I am declining your offer because I am gravely concerned that I JUST MIGHT THROW UP ON YOU.
It's not just the taste buds that force me to be "highly selective," it's my gag reflex. And if you offer me another mushroom, my gag reflex is going to get angry with you.
Now, you have been warned. You DO NOT want my gag reflex on your bad side.