Wednesday, March 19, 2008
I don't wanna touch it.
I have never minded having to touch certain gross things. It's never bothered me to stick my hand in a garbage disposal (turned OFF of course) and pull out nasty chewed up food. It's never bothered me to stick my hand in a pumpkin and pull out pumpkin guts. It's never bothered me to change a dirty diaper. I mean, hands wash. And not to mention, you lose skin at an alarming rate every time you touch something so even if you weren't able to scour and scrub and disinfect, it would come off by the end of the day anyways. Not that I would ever choose this option, and not that I ever have...just clarifying. There is one thing though that I can't bring myself to touch. It's this package of meat in my fridge. It's been there for a few weeks. I bought it with the intention of cooking it, but to all those that truly know me, it is no surprise that it's still sitting in my fridge. Now, don't worry. It's in a sealed package. Airtight. In fact, the meat is still red...on top at least it is. So it's not like this rancid meat is contaminating everything else in my fridge. And it doesn't smell either. But everytime I open my fridge, I just look at it and think, "I need to just throw that out." Then I stare at it for a few minutes trying to bring myself to reach down and grab it...but I just can't. It's not like it's gross or anything. It even looks like it would still be good (although I will never NEVER in a million years open that package!). So why am I so hesitant to even touch it? Why can't I just pick it up and chunk it in the trash? *sigh* One of these days I am going to get fed up with myself and I'll throw it away and then I'll wonder what the big deal was. For right now though, it's just going to sit in the fridge cause I don't wanna touch it.