I have to say growing up if it weren’t for my Aunt, I’d know very little about personal hygiene and things of that nature. Perhaps my aunt taught me how to be a bit too tedious about bathing daily because I sometimes will do it twice a day. It was my sister however who taught me to be self conscious about odors. Any of them, my sister was cruel about it too, which I think probably made me a bit obsessive compulsive about it.
“Jennie, you really smell!” my sister would always say, making sure to point it out when we were around others – usually her friends sometimes mine. She was good at ridiculing me at just the opportune time.
Well its because of my aunt and my sister that I can attribute the fact that I learned personal responsibility about making sure that I have shampoo, soap and other personal effects that relate to my general health and concern, so it really shocks to me as how someone can be so lazy that they throw this whole “Hygiene” thing out the window.
I mean I have a problem if the house smells even a little bit – I am a air freshener junkie. And if people are going to be at the house? It has to be clean, or at least straightened up otherwise I go into full on Scrat-twitch mode.
What I’m saying is, I was gone for 1.5 weeks – when I left my house was messy, random towels here and there and a bits of trash. When I returned, it was disgusting. I’ve lived in some pretty run down places so when I say a place is disgusting, its probably beyond what most people would say is. In fact, they would probably say that when I left the house was disgusting.
I came back to my house reeking of both cat and dog urine and there was trash everywhere. I couldn’t walk 2-3 feet without stepping on a taco bell wrapper or empty sauce packet. Every surface had 3-4 takeout cups on them and I came home to the fact that all of the tampons that I had bought for my sporadic period were gone, and all we had left were diaper-sized pads. No thank you. I buy tampons because I like that I feel as if I’m not 5, or pissing myself when the blood decides to flow.
I was then informed by a friend that rather than go to the store and BUY tampons she just assume bum them off everyone else or use the pads, or I’m sure just wrap up toilet paper and place that there for protection – which is something I would do in an emergency situation – I would not go my entire period without going to the store and picking up a supply of tampons. She would. She DID.
Before I left I said, “we’re out of laundry soap, can you get some?” and she responded that she would.
After being on vacation for 1.5 weeks and not really washing the clothes I had, I was prepared to do a lot of laundry, only that would mean she would have to go into a store, and if she’s not going to do it for tampons, surely she wouldn’t do it for laundry soap, who needs clean clothes? Not her, perfume is an acceptable “cover up” for her.
It’s pure laziness and it drives me freaking crazy. I cannot fathom how she is going to live on her own and keep up with the necessities of buying shampoo, Conditioner, soap, toilet paper, tampons, laundry detergent.
She’s one of those people that instead of going into a store and paying 5.00 for a 10lb bag of dog or cat food, she will go to a Circle K (Or 7-11) and spend 5.00 for a 2lb bag of food because its right there. I understand in extreme situations, but the Wal-Mart and Local Fry’s Food and Drug store are just the same amount of distance and they’re 24 hours.
I thought I was messy and lazy… and I may be, but not nearly as extreme as she is.
It’s driving me fucking nuts.
