I love gluten. Gluten makes me happy. I often announce to anyone who'll listen that gluten is the poor woman's antidepressant.
Before I say anything more, you must understand that I'm speaking only for myself. Other people are having much different experiences with gluten, some of them not so good.
But enough about them. Let's talk about me. To sum things up succinctly, based on epistemology and without a control model: I could never work in a bakery. All hell would break loose.