I become increasingly germophobic, daily. It surprises me. Maybe it’s just a phase coinciding with the small children I need to protect. I mean, I wash my hands all day long, but it’s usually because there’s baby feces on them. But I realized yesterday I didn’t want to pet the cat (we have a foster cat in the house to fight mice) because then I’d need to wash my hands and I couldn’t be bothered.
When I touch something dirty now, I actually FEEL it on my skin until it’s washed. I hold that hand aside, protecting the world from its contact.
So maybe I’m losing yet another carefree part of myself as I grow older and things like “health” seem more and more important. Why did I put health in quotes? Wait. Do I secretly believe that “health” doesn’t exist? Wait again. I was trying to be funny just now, but I think I hit on something. I totally, in my heart of hearts, deeply and truly believe that 98% of my health and well-being is fully imaginary.
And I believe that’s a profoundly healthy attitude. Anyhow…
Speaking of dirt, I live in a mouse-infested industrial building on the outskirts of an EPA Superfund site – the ever-stinky Gowanus Canal. Brooklyn is a grubby place at best and I love it. I moved to New York City almost 20 years ago and aside from two years in Jersey City during college, I haven’t left. I like the dirt I guess. I like the graffiti. I like this worn-out, beaten-down, shit-stained city. It’s punk fucking rock. Aesthetically, it’s perfect for me. It’s why I chose this place. I just wash my hands when I get inside my apartment, is all.
This is a picture of the diaper changing table in a popular coffee shop in Park Slope Brooklyn:
There are a few conditions that would let me drop my heightened awareness of germs and put my babies’ asses on this:
– apocalypse (dissolution of modern society, gangs of flesh-eating mutants, etc.)
– shitpocalypse (overflowing shitsplosion, oozing out from the confines of a diaper, etc.)
That caught my eye. Then I looked to its left and saw a poster for upcoming events at the coffee shop. Flyers are awesome.
I’m no stickler for grammar, but I do love literate music by signer-songerwriters. It’s rare to find, but worth it when you do.