the private thoughts of a germaphobic woman.
|I woke up. I tend to do that a lot, no matter how many times I tell myself not to. How nice would it be if I could just sleep all day long, without disturbances. No bodies cramming their way into my personal space, no germs crawling on every surface, and most importantly, no one to call ME the strange one for being afraid. Me, strange? They walk around all day in a revolting mess of bacteria and sweat, throwing themselves into it like pigs in the mud. Frankly, I just don't want to be a part of that chaos. I would much rather sleep, in my own clean bed, and never wake up.
What I don't understand, is how they aren't bothered by them. They're everywhere! Microscopic, maybe, but does size really matter when your numbered over a million on the head of a pin. It's not even that I'm afraid of getting sick, no, it's THEM themselves. The thought of their tiny, slippery little bodies crawling into my skin, down my throat. Why does no one else vomit at the mere thought? Yet, they seem to accept these little creatures as a part of the world, and reject ME for banishing the little creepers from my world. But it's no matter. I refuse to be swayed by the disgusting habits of my fellow human beings. Who needs people, when you can have cleanliness. No, listen! I know what I'm talking about. People are dirty, in mind and in body. What can they do for you that cleanliness can't? People cause you to become ill, to threaten the life of your own self just to spend time with them. People are inherently selfish. Cleanliness, however? That can't wrong you. It wants you to be well, to live and live without any pain or fear of early death! They say it's next to godliness.