So, the story (mythos) goes like this: a princess (or goddess) and a commoner fall in love. Her father (or the commoner's nemesis) is furious, and imprisons the woman. He demands that the commoner pick out his love from a line of woman all identical to her or she will die. Somehow or other the hero discerns the true princess.
Why I have made this story a mini-ethos for my life I don't know. I do keep setting up preventive measures to ensure that I am chosen out of that line. Example: "Look at this pie-crust, M. Do you see how I make the steam holes? If you had to pick my pie crust out of 1,000 others so that I wouldn't die, could you? Could you?!?"
There are variations on this. "You know I don't like coffee ice cream, right? What would you do if I started eating coffee ice cream? That's right, shoot me in the head." (A la Sydney vs. Francie.)
A more distant extrapolation of this is: I am eating a crumbly pastry. I do not want crumbs on the the floor. I think, What if I were in a situation in which dropping a single crumb on the floor would mean death? Could I eat this pastry without dropping a single crumb?
*Tagged by Gaunilo to ponder my idiosyncracies. He said 5, but I think you are all backing away after just one.