Oh, I don't eat those. Wanna know why???

This is not a tirade about people who have food allergies. Food allergies suck and they are inhibitory.

This is a tirade about people who have food allergies and think you want to hear about them. All. Of. The. Time.

My dear, dear friend Jess is extremely allergic to onions. She gets terribly sick if there's one in anything she eats, so we're very, very careful when we go out to eat.

But other than hearing her say I'd like the garden salad with no onions, please; I'm allergic, you don't hear much else about it.

Because it does not define her personality.

I wish it was that way for everyone.

Here's a good rule of thumb:
Unless they ask (or if they're cooking your food)...

Nobody wants to hear the gruesome details about what happens when you get near a strawberry.
Nobody wants to hear complaints about the lack of menu offerings for your special situation.
And for Pete's sake...
Nobody wants to hear about the regularity and/or consistency of your poops.

Ever.

It's an allergy. It's not who you are.