Realizations

I was talking to my mom on the phone yesterday and she told me that she finally realized that she is a picky eater. I took it upon myself to clarify that she is a bland picky eater.

She is just now realizing this fact. The woman could live on chicken, and she sees no need for salt and pepper, let alone any other "fun" spices. But we love her the same.

I have come to a realization of my own.

I have issues with touching other people and possibly getting their germs.

People are gross.

First off, I was raised that you DO NOT EVER, UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES, touch hand rails of any sort with your hands. You use your elbows.

That is why you were given elbows. To steady yourself on any given handrail that you might have to use. You see, the logic here is that you can't stick your elbows in your mouth.

Take a moment, and try it.....

Ok, so anyway.... people and their germs are gross.

I hate, despise, think it is totally disgusting to shake a strangers hand, or even people that I know. I would rather not ever shake anyones hand again....ever.

Hands are gross.

Hands wipe butts. Hands hold boy parts when they pee. Hands have fingers that pick noses. Hands get sneezed into. Hands are gross.

That is my realization. I don't want to be rude and not shake peoples hands. But when I am done letting them transfer their poo germs to me, I hold it out like it has leprosy until I can sanitize my hand.

GROSS!