“if your germs were people I probably wouldn’t hate them, and that’s coming from a hypochondriac”
This quote of mine is reserved for family & good friends, sometimes lovers. I think it’s an amazing thing when a mental illness is temporarily halted by emotional connection.
Germs don’t freak me out around my family. And if any of my family members ever got extremely sick, I would be the first to help them; I would give a kidney to any one of them.
When it comes to relationships, not everyone is immune to my hypochondria. I’m not one to sleep around, but in the context of honesty, I have had paranoia-filled mornings after drunken one-night stands. And I realized that those kind of detached and temporary connections are not meant for me (and my brain). I have to be careful when it comes to developing relationships with people, because my brain is not very trusting right away. I’m often cautious of getting sick. I’ve met a handful of people, however, who I consider the exception; a handful of people who’s germs I have loved, because they come with loving them.
One night I took out one of my friend’s earrings and I put it in my own pierced ear.
“look, now we’re twins”
“hah you’re going to freak out about this later”
but the only reason I did it was because I was testing the theory that I wouldn’t freak out-
and I didn’t.