Everyone. And I do mean everyone, has something that makes their stomach roll.
Something that really gets your goose.
Makes your stomach lurch.
Lord have mercy, I’ll do anything but that….
It’s your, “Would you rather….” kind of moment.
When people have this discussion, the talk can turn into the ridiculous and gross. You know what I am talking about, we’ve all been in those drunken bar talks….”Would you rather eat shit or drink piss?” or the typical “Would you rather bungee jump or play chicken with a train?” or the oh so dull, “Would you rather eat a cricket or a roach?”
What I’m referring to are the oddities in our lives, that to others are absolutely normal.
Example number 1: Down the street from our house are two large Asian grocery stores. We ventured through the first one and after wandering up and down the aisles purchased a large amount of fruits and veggies. Next we went across the street to the competition, to check out their set up and see if they had anything different.
While we checked out the produce section, my better half motions for me to come over to the fresh fish counter to see something. I head his direction and he points to something in a large basket. I look down and there are about 7 enormous bull frogs sitting there looking up at me.
I don’t know. There could have been 4 frogs. There could have been 12 frogs. There could have been one frog. Doesn’t matter. I’m terrified of frogs. All I know is they were huge, like the size of basketballs. They were dark green. And they were ready to jump. Of course, I would too, if I was in a basket for sale in a market…
I ran away so fast, my feet didn’t touch the ground. I ran straight across the produce department. Down past the paper products. Down past the noodles. Stopping in hot sauce.
Frogs scare me. Big frogs. Little frogs. Green frogs. Yellow frogs. All frogs.
I haven’t been back to the store since.
Example number 2: Every day walking into the office I pull open the front door to the building and the handle is sticky. Why? I’m going to come down there with my Clorox wipe and clean off the handle, but in the meantime….how did the handle get sticky exactly?
And when did it become a public disgust to touch the public bathroom door handle to exit? Did Ralph Nadar do a report on handle germs? Now there’s usually a trash can immediately next to the bathroom door to capture the paper towels that may or may not make it to the can upon doing their final duty of being a door grip.
And if there isn’t a trash can, people just throw the towel on the floor anyway.
Here’s the thing though…how many people are using toilet paper to actually OPEN THE STALL DOOR? You want to talk dirty handle? There’s the dirty handle, people!
SIDE NOTE: If you didn’t know already, women’s restrooms are disgusting. Filthy. I’m not kidding. Don’t let women fool you.
Example number 3: Traveling or hanging around in packs of people leads to one thing. Sharing things. I’m not good with sharing things. There’s a reason I opted to come into this world as an Only Child. I don’t play well with others. Unfortunately, sometimes things get shared whether you want to or not. It starts at a young age and continues through life.
Count my lucky stars I’ve had neither.
Although, I am pretty certain if I had either, I’d be trying to figure out how to apply said banishing cream with wood spoons while administering vast amounts of Vodka.
When you’re a kid and someone gets lice, everyone puts their coats and book bags in trash bags at school before putting them into the coat closet. Not sure if that how it works today. But in the “olden” days that’s what we did. Then you go home and have your parents check your head for the lice and pray to the heavens you don’t have any.
When you get older, you can get scabies. So here’s the thing. You can’t put your coat in a trash bag in the coat closet, cause you own the coat closet. And the living room. And the bedroom. And the kitchen. And the bathroom. What the hell? The only thing I can think is one of two things.
- Torch the place and start over.
- Seal it up and bomb it with a scabby bomb.
I mean really, what are your options? I don’t know where you get scabies. I don’t want to know but it sounds like an version of Aliens and well, that movie scared me. When we went to Universal’s Halloween Horror Nights, that was the one haunted house that scared the hell out of me. Damn aliens.
Another group shareable….pink eye. I have had Pink Eye, in both eyes at the same time, and that was about one of the most disgusting things ever. Crusty, slimy, yellow, oozing, sticky and blurry experiences ever. Nasty. Nasty. Nasty. Sick. Not to mention, it was one of my “more un-cute” weeks at work.
I don’t like sharing.
Example number 4: Moving ahead, there are definite things where it may not turn your stomach, but it does for others. Like Mothers can wipe their baby’s butt no problem.
I have a 20 pound fat cat, who sometimes has fat flaps on her ass, if we don’t monitor her diet. Yes. She has these little peanut sized fat flaps on her ass, where shit accumulates. Her ass needs to be cleaned. I can clean her ass. If I don’t, she gets cat diaper rash. Some folks may have an issue with that. Not me. Time to wipe your butt, Wiggly.
Mucking out farm animal barn stalls….I got that. Cow, pig, goat, sheep, chicken, turkey manure….check…got that covered. No problem. There are days when there is nothing I’d rather do more than shovel poop.
Bodily fluids aren’t fun. Even your own. If you have ever had the Norwalk virus, AKA Norovirus you know what I mean. Tends to hit large packs of people. Schools get it, the traveling public get it. I got it. The problem with it is you can’t keep anything down – not a sip of water, for days. One sip of water and you’re in the bathroom going in circles trying to decide if its coming out your ass or your throat first. In the end you’re on the toilet holding the trash can on your lap.
Example number 5: A friend of ours was house sitting, which is very common in Alaska. The house came with a cat named Simon. Apparently, while Simon loved his owner, he was not a fan of anyone else. Simon, from the photos I had seen, was a lovely long haired ginger. Just lovely except his eyes were glowing, but I chalked that up to the camera and reflection of the flash.
His house sitter thought otherwise as Simon had her cornered on the stairs on day and made her late for work, by several hours if I’m not mistaken.
Long story short….it was known Simon had a few matts of hair that needed to come out.
It was a challenge. I accepted the challenge.
Enter….the Cat Whisperer.
With brush in hand. I walked the house looking for Simon. Everyone was certain I would be wearing an eye patch by the end of the evening, like Captain Sparrow, if not a peg leg to boot.
Upstairs under the bed – no Simon.
Behind the couch – no Simon.
Curtains – no Simon.
Tension, filled the house as you could hear him growling from his mysterious hiding location.
I sat on the floor in the living room and ever so slowly….here came Simon from across the room. Lured by the international cat sign for “come here kitty.” He climbed into my lap and after a few moments, I brought out the brush. Shocking to everyone, brushed out the two large mats around his neck and happily Simon continued on his way.
Same with our wild turkeys. Many say, “they’ll kill you!” And I simply say, “It’s all in how you present yourself.” If you put out you’re terrified, they know. We’ve have a group of 40 wild turkeys surround us and they’ve been nothing but gentle and kind.
However, put me next to a lama and I will go the other way! Shifty eyes…and they’re taller than me. Not to mention they seemingly like to follow me.
Example number 6: Thank god for doctors and nurses. Now there’s a bunch of jobs I couldn’t do. Maybe it’s because you have to be a touchy person and I’m not touchy. Maybe it’s because you have to like body parts and well, I don’t need to be about your feet or your ya-ya or bend you into various shapes to fix your spine, or continue to ask if A is clearer or B? One word – dentist. Nope.
Being a doctor is a special breed of person. Patience, lots of patience. Apparently when I saw the line in heaven for patience, because I have bad eyesight, I thought it said PATENTS and didn’t get in line for any. Therefore, I have none. Hence, being a doctor or nurse was not an option for me. But I’m very thankful for all of those folks who saw the sign and got in line.
So you see, everyone has something they think twice about and would rather not encounter. Think about all the possibilities. Here’s just a short list to get you started:
- eating off of public utensils.
- trying on bathing suits – really how many others have tried on that same one
- rotten fruit
- bird loose in your house
- limp, lame, sweaty handshakes
- pop a zit
- greasy head prints on the subway windows
- green snot
- food spitters, and I’m not talking babies
- hair in your food (pet hair, your hair, stranger hair, any hair)
- spider on your toilet paper roll – surprise
- someone sneezes into their hand then extends it for a handshake
- a dentist with bad breath
- the constant cougher next to you on the plane
- when your better half asks, “does this make me look fat?”
Yet there are folks every day that go out and face our fears head on, challenge our stomach rolling, rather not do that moments and attack them with a gleeful smile. To them, it’s normal. Nothing out of the ordinary. It’s life. Go forward brave souls, we all have our moments.