You must be real fun at parties


“Becky, why is your boyfriend messaging me?” Annie asked me.

I stared at her blankly. Surprised by her question.

“Boyfriend? Who? Which one?” I asked.

Annie stopped washing her hands, shocked. “What do you mean, which one?! How many boyfriends do you have?”

We laughed then I sobered. “Seriously,” I fixed my humourless stare on her. “Which one of my boyfriends decided to message you.”

“the korean one.”

I made a disgruntled sound. “Jiminy messaged you? Or was it Hae Jin?” I grumbled. “Does he want to die?!”

Annie was so bewildered that she tugged her mask down so I could see her face. “Becky! I was kidding! Nobody messaged me.”

I allowed my displeasure to show a bit longer then a slow grin curved my lips. I burst out laughing. “I know!”

My morning began beautifully, sunshine and warm. I love those kind of days! I was in a wonderful mood. I walked into the crew room with my breakfast and froze.

The smell of body odor and uncleaniness made my good mood evaporate. The crew room was fine, it was just someone’s body odor that lingered. 

I tried not to let it bother me. I had to focus on something else. So my OCD wouldnt flare up. I didnt want to be grumpy because I was overwhelmed by thoughts of being dirty and stinky. 

I watched Youtube, Tik Tok. Nothing was working. I had to run to my locker.

I have four bottles of sanitizer. I washed my hands. Scrubbed my uniform clean with a cloth and sanitizer soap. Nope I could still smell that scent. Then it had to be me? I smelled myself. No. I had to be sure though. I slathered on half a bottle of sanitizer. Then somemore on my clothes.

I was almost late because there was not enough sanitizer to get the smell out. I walked upstairs, and the person with the body odor walked right by me!

Sweet mother of pearl!

Scrubbed myself at the handwashing station. Ran to the front to clock in on my shift! Ran to my station which was right by another handwashing station. Grabbed sanitiizng soap and dowsed myself.

My morning wasnt going well. My OCD flare up was really bad. Someone next to me decided to use cologne as deodrant. The smell wasnt so bad to others but to me it was so horrendous that it made me paranoid.  

I kept scrubbing my clothes down with the sanitizer soap, and myself with handwash and sanitizer.

It wasnt that busy in the morning, to keep my mind occupied. To keep the thoughts of myself being stinky overwhelming me. I was Trying to distract myself. 

I found myself humming Afro-beats (thanks TikTok) and trying to dance.

Suddenly I burst out into song

I always feel like somebody’s watching me
And I have no privacy (oh, oh)
I always feel like somebody’s watching me
Tell me is it just a dream?

Annie turned to stare at me. She joined in. We were having so much fun. Singing and dancing. 

Steve kept glancing back at us, because the McCafe person was now singing with us. We werent exactly being quiet. Usually he would tell us to be quiet and get back to work.  that didnt happen.

I had a great day, but as soon as I got home, I had to throw everything in the wash. After I am done this entry I am going to have a shower and bathe.

Have a wonderful night! 🙂




5 thoughts on “You must be real fun at parties

  1. Nothing like a little BO to get your OCD up and singing going. Actually, I haven’t been showering much lately. If people can smell me they are too close and can just move back. I’m kind of like Pig-Pen in the Charlie Brown comic. I try to keep a 6 foot or larger radius of BO emanating from my body to help with social distancing.

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    1. Lol what a great way to keep ppl 6 ft away.
      I’m doing ok with my flare up. A couple of years ago it used to be bad. I would have 3 showers 3 baths a day. Now I’m either 2 baths and 1 shower day.
      Living with my mom during treatment was hard because I was allowed only 1 shower a day. And after my surgery? That was a nightmare!

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