I enjoyed lunch today at the park. The weather was balmy. Grey clouds loomed over head promising of rain.
I would have enjoyed spending the day with my windows wide open but the smell outside was so horrendous I even had to spray my balcony with freshener!🤢🤮😡🤬
While I grumbled about my neighbours’ inconsiderate smells permeating my personal space?
A huge fluffy bumble bee flew into my living room!😍
I haven’t seen one since I was a little girl! It might seem unremarkable but it was amazing!
It looked like a little a Pom Pom with wings!
I had been too tired of late to tidy up so today I caught up.
I had an OCD flare up yesterday thanks to GenZ.
He had been tossing out a lid, and washed his hands. He remarked how he couldn’t be too careful because of the germs.
My grinned faded. “What?”
“What?” He glanced at me seeing my horrified expression he asked if I was ok?
“What do you mean?”
“Well think about it? How many people have been washing their hands? You don’t know who has been touching what. You touch the lid. The customer drinks out of it. Bam! Coronavirus!” He went on. (Paraphrased)
I just about died. I looked at my cup of water. I wanted to cry. “GenZ!” I howled. “My OCD was finally at a comfortable level”
I ran to the sink and began to wash the germs off my hands. “What?” He touched my shoulder “are you ok? I’m sorry I didn’t mean to scare you”
“The sani! Where is it?!” I looked frantically for the sanitizer.
GenZ handed me the huge bottle. I lathered up then grabbed the Hydrogen Peroxide cleaner and paper towels to clean my station.
“Really Becky?” He sighed.
I glared at him. “You had to say something!” I pouted.
Then one of the girls walked by. I have become so sensitive to smells and paranoid about smelling😢😅 I tried not to let it show that her BO was bothering me.
She finally left.
I reached for the sani again. Lathered myself. Reached for the soap and soaked my uniform.
“What are you doing!” GenZ asked, watching my bizarre behaviour.
“I can’t help it!” I was so mortified.
GenZ shook his head. “You don’t smell”
He returned to brewing coffee.
I could barely speak. Sometimes having to explain my quirks is hard. Being judged. Especially when I know no one understands.
Oh well. Better to enjoy today!