My hands, especially during the winter, are red and cracked from excessive hand washing.
I'm also big on personal space. I absolutely HATE it when people (even before all this) get up six inches from my face and start talking.
And it's always people with halitosis, bad hygiene, cigarette smokers, or all the above.
Like, dude, people stand back from you for a reason; it's not an invitation to creep closer.
I also avoid crowded places. Even before this, I cannot stand being in a crowded bar packed with people. My want for personal space and claustrophobia are too much. When I was younger, I loved that kind of environment. Now? Hell no. Call me a party pooper but being elbow to @$$hole with a bunch of random people is NOT my idea of a good time.
And I just threw up in my mouth from that maggot story. ICK!!!!!!
That ain't right.
