Gross...

I think one of the most horrid chores is to take the garbage out of the compactor piece by piece because it's jammed full of junk. This is the unpleasant task that I have to face. It makes me gag - not from the smell, but from the sliminess. I REALLY don't like to have sticky hands. I'm very obsessive about this.

I cannot stand to have messy hands or arms. I become unhinged in the sense that I cannot focus on anything else and I start scouring the place for the nearest bathroom so I can wash my hands. If I cannot make a break away to wash them, I cannot think of anything else - I can be in a conversation and have no idea what the other person is saying, all I'm thinking of is how I need to wash my hands and the anxiety rises within me.

Anyway, I'm sad I have to dig the trash out of the ripped up bag and get my hands and arms dirty. This is really gross to me - I would rather clean up chocolate milk throw up that has gone all over the wood floor that I have slid across in (yes, this is a real life example, and no, getting my feet dirty doesn't bother me) than dip my arms in a nasty over-filled trash bag. I can feel the heart palpitations right now...