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my pet peeve
Feb. 6th, 2010 12:20 amis dirty old food.
There's just something about slimy smelly food touching my skin, even though my skin is largely waterproof and impermeable, that I just can't stand. I mean, there's a little bit of that with dirty clothes, but I don't spasm when a wet sock refuses to let go of my hand.
I've always been pretty finicky about things sticking to my hand. I don't like to put my hands in wet dirt, dishwater, etc. Just thinking about it makes me cringe.
You'd think as reluctant as I am to perform hand washing, I couldnt' possibly feel the same way about dead skin cells, but I do. I picked up a nervous tick in middle school where I would rub my hands to get the excess trash off.
Yes, I know it's much simpler to just wash, but it's a little "this is a waste of time and resources" and a little "anti-biotic soap is such a waste" and a little "DON"T WANNA MAMMA".
Anyway, as you can imagine, this has made it kinda difficult for me to do composting. I have a little bowl I put small vegetable mass in for a while so it will build up and I can dump it all at once. Hopefully it will also dry out a little in this time, to make it less disgusting. Then a few times a month, I go out on the back step with my old cat litter jug and carefully dump as much biomass as will easily go into the jug. Then, very gingerly, I pick up the pieces that didn't make it, trying to touch the least-squishy parts, all the while thinking 'ew, ew, ew, ew, ew' and holding my breath.
Stu and I had an arrangement: I'd wash the clothes and he'd run the dishwasher. Laundry's a bore, but goddamn it's not disgusting.
There's just something about slimy smelly food touching my skin, even though my skin is largely waterproof and impermeable, that I just can't stand. I mean, there's a little bit of that with dirty clothes, but I don't spasm when a wet sock refuses to let go of my hand.
I've always been pretty finicky about things sticking to my hand. I don't like to put my hands in wet dirt, dishwater, etc. Just thinking about it makes me cringe.
You'd think as reluctant as I am to perform hand washing, I couldnt' possibly feel the same way about dead skin cells, but I do. I picked up a nervous tick in middle school where I would rub my hands to get the excess trash off.
Yes, I know it's much simpler to just wash, but it's a little "this is a waste of time and resources" and a little "anti-biotic soap is such a waste" and a little "DON"T WANNA MAMMA".
Anyway, as you can imagine, this has made it kinda difficult for me to do composting. I have a little bowl I put small vegetable mass in for a while so it will build up and I can dump it all at once. Hopefully it will also dry out a little in this time, to make it less disgusting. Then a few times a month, I go out on the back step with my old cat litter jug and carefully dump as much biomass as will easily go into the jug. Then, very gingerly, I pick up the pieces that didn't make it, trying to touch the least-squishy parts, all the while thinking 'ew, ew, ew, ew, ew' and holding my breath.
Stu and I had an arrangement: I'd wash the clothes and he'd run the dishwasher. Laundry's a bore, but goddamn it's not disgusting.
