Small pointless rant here...(Abbreviated version at the bottom
I find people who are unusually obsessed with super hot peppers to be really obnoxious. I'm not talking about people who enjoy spicy foods. Or even people who grow their own peppers and enjoy a good hot pepper. I'm talking about people who literally seem to find their identity through eating pointlessly hot shit.Background
: I worked in distribution & sales for a food company for a while, which happened to carry a few Wasabi and Habanero options. Which most people just wanted to be educated about and move on. But every so often I would run into these fucking pepper-geeks that would go on and on about the various obscure and super hot peppers they eat with their pants down. It usually started off by me saying "well these are pretty hot, so just be mindful"(you know, a generic common courtesy I would say to everyone since believe it or not, a lot of people don't even know wtf Wasabi is and I don't want to surprise them
). Which said "pepper geeks" would somehow interpret as me personally challenging their very identity or trying to pull their man card.
"Oh I'll be fine, trust me *shitty smart ass grin* ...Like omg I eat this rare New Mexico ridge-pepper of the Ghost family, what, you haven't heard of it?!?, its 465 times hotter than the Arizona desert dingbat pepper which is 200 times hotter than Habanero*Smug eye roll*". Then they would go on and on about the various obscure hybrids and shit they ordered on the intrawebs or from some brother in law they had growing them in his basement in Tucson because they are illegal in 12 different states. While I had to feign interest and and keep myself from putting sharp objects in my eyes.
I know this rant is more ridiculous than said people, but having worked in that niche of the industry and having absolute indifference to peppers(above say, enjoying one and never feeling the need to discuss it afterwards) made me despise these people. To the point where if you forced me to go to a chili festival and I had to hear the conversations that take place between pale middle aged white guys with long hair and velcro sandals, I'd probably be shooting them with something belt-fed from my hip after about 4 minutes. TL:DR
Fuck your stupid ghost chili, nobody cares.