Gross stuff is good.

i’ve kind of finally realized that all the “nasty” stuff i’ve had to do because my family is very petrified of gross things, is really good for me! It just sank in! So, living here for eighteen years is awesome. My father and my twin sister are the most anal about germs so i gotta do most of the dirty work. i am also the official trash can of my household. That means that i am the one who goes through the fridge and finds out what’s good and what’s bad. i have to taste test those things, touch it sometimes when i clean the container, smell it, and so on… And i eat whatever is left. Cleaning my stepdad’s bathroom is kind of gross, and when my grandfather was here, he’d pee all over my sister and i’s bathroom floor without knowing, and i’d have to clean it up. So now, i am the one who runs around barefoot and cleans the toilets and picks people’s scabs off and most of the time, i don’t worry about getting sick. It’s still gross, but i can ENDURE it, and i have endured it, you know? i just accept it. And so there’s a difference, in being grossed out and turning away, and being grossed out and embracing it.

i made a hashtag on twitter: #loveisgross. Because it really is. Being with people is messy and gross and all of it is so personal. And i’m laughing over it, because it’s funny. We’re all really gross. We defecate, and we put weird substances in our bodies, we throw up, we get sick, we have body fluids and pimples, we get dirty. And our internal stuff can get messy, too. Our minds can get pretty sick sometimes. And so, just going through all the gross stuff is making me stronger, and that realization makes me excited about loving folks.