This is a totally random Julie post which has nothing to do with mental health at all and really no redeeming value in the order of things.  However, I am trying to do 30 posts in 30 days and it is Saturday so I’m writing anyway.  (See~make your own rules and don’t get caught up in the shoulds ~just saying.)

I was flossing my teeth (yes, I’m trying to be dental smart after so many years of being dental not smart) and I have to use floss that is attached to a plastic pick thing.  I cannot stand the feel of floss on my fingers.  It just grosses me out to no end.  I have no idea why but it is true.

I also am really disgusted by wet toilet paper.  One of my aunts used to work with two year olds in a daycare and one of her activities was to make “clean mud.”  Basically it is lots and lots of toilet paper which has been watered down.  Kids could then play in it like it was mud.  I just…no.   I worked with the older toddlers in the room next to her and I would have dealt with paint all over the place or a table full of water before that any day.  I can’t imagine a scenario where I would voluntarily deal with wet toilet paper.  It is creeping me out writing about.

Floss and wet toilet paper bother me but I can work in a dialysis center and see people’s blood circulating next to them and I don’t bat an eye.  Just like me you probably have words you just don’t like and can’t stand hearing.  I wonder where our idiosyncratic dislikes come from? 

What are your intense dislikes?  What disgusts you that other people wouldn’t even notice?

See, a totally irrelevant to life post.  You may now be thinking this is a minute of your life you will never get back. I probably should be sorry about that but I try not to get caught up in the shoulds.

Happy Saturday.