I always feel odd because I HATE shellfish. Most seafood in general, to be honest. I have never been able to stomach it. (My mother says that as a toddler I was apparently able to tuck into a gigantic adult-sized portion of shrimp and clams from a local seafood chain, but I think by now we can ascertain that my mother is a psychotic lying harpy.) People always seem to think I'm insane because I can't stand seafood except in the tiny portions you get in sushi.
Boything, being born and raised in Maryland, loves shellfish. It's his favourite food in the entire world. But at fourteen he developed a deadly shellfish allergy, the poor boy. So he doesn't understand it at all that I CAN eat shellfish but WON'T, because he wishes he COULD more than anything and he CAN'T.
Of course, Mother Nature is a bitch when it comes to this because most of the people I've met with shellfish allergies developed the allergy later in life and positively LOVE seafood, especially shellfish. Mother Nature at times seems much more Mommie Dearest than June Cleaver.
