Daily Archives: September 2, 2019

Unsanitary/Sanitary Practices

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I’m a germaphobe to a certain extent.

I don’t touch outside doorknobs, hold onto transportation poles, press elevator buttons, or use ATM machines without holding onto a tissue or piece of paper towel within the process, environments are just too nasty and hazardous.

I’ve seen people sneeze into their hand then use that same hand to swipe their metro cards into the same apparatus as everybody else.

There was a woman who went to kiss a male associate right after giving another man a blow job, if he hadn’t been warned ahead of time of her actions by others who were present, bodily remnants of seminal fluids would have lingered onto his face or mouth.

Long before I ever worked in the health care field I took extra precautions. I always kept my body and hands clean, I never let people or strangers freely kiss on me, and I carried disinfectant wipes or tissues/paper towels with me constantly.

I never sat on public toilets without placing toilet tissue or disposable toilet covers over the seats, I do the same upon using the toilets in peoples homes. I don’t take any chances in this day and age.

I watched a lady client of mine years ago dip her hand down into her pants, and literally scratch her pubic area, she then used that same unwashed hand to use her telephone. The exact telephone I had to clock in and out on to verify my attendance and scheduled assignments.

I didn’t touch anything within her home without wearing vinyl, latex, or nitrile gloves back then, and that is the genuine truth.

 

Bullying

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Bullying doesn’t just only happen amongst children, many adults bully, and go through the oppression and torment of other domineering adults.

I don’t understand the intimidation and submission as I’ve never let anyone bully me with bullshit, the notion is very inconceivable to my logical reasoning.

I’m the extremely stubborn type, born under the zodiacal sign Taurus, no one could ever persuade me to do anything I didn’t want to do, or to go along with, I dared anybody in general to coerce me. They’d deeply regret it.

As a child, when I was in the fifth grade, I remember a girl by the name of Sandrine Adams. She was of Caribbean descent, and she was black and bruisy-looking, ugly and doofy.

She, with the help of unnatural circumstances, that was negatively occurring around me at the time, turned all of the other children within our classroom against me in order to scare me into joining her group of “colored kids”.

I, of course, refused as I would not subject myself to one ethnic group of children simply because I was also a shade of brown skin.

My mother had bused me out to a predominantly caucasian elementary school to learn at my high pace with all different spectrum of nationalities and ethnicities, not to be subjugated and segregated.

Who was this disturbed fellow student trying to divide up other students, and why were other children within her influence following behind her? The audacity had really pissed me off, and the situation had me all the more determined to stand, and hold my own ground.

I wasn’t a passive kid.

The need to control and to harass other people, especially at such a young age, stems from insecurities and/or mental issues arising from deep within.