Seeds of Rage

You know how smells can trigger memories? Well, the sight of certain items causes me to react a particular way. Cotton balls for instance, cause me to cringe. I hate them. One of the darkest days of my placement was when the student I will lovingly refer to as my "Pain in the Ass" discovered that I cannot tolerate cotton balls. He threw one at me. The monster! He learned that day that Miss Daily gots some dodgeball skills. He got a good laugh out of it. I actually did like him a lot. 

Anyway, cotton balls make me cringe. Shrimp makes me gag. Bubble wrap makes me happy. Books make me comfortable.

I discovered a new visual stimulant today. One that makes me angry. You won't believe what it is.

Yes, sunflower seeds!

Not only do they require an absurd amount of effort to eat, they upset my neat freak tendencies. The shells are everywhere I turn. In the carpet, on the couch, in my dishwater, stuck to dishes, on tables. They are everywhere. I don't know if they're multiplying or if the person eating them is doing it on purpose to drive me absolutely insane. Most likely the latter.

It's really gross to clean. Tonight I was doing the dishes. They were stuck in the bottom of a bowl. I had to pick them out. First off, they've been in someone's mouth and are covered in their icky spit. Second, the bowl goes in the dishwasher. Third, I think it encourages the revolting habit of spitting. Fourth, I don't want to have to scrape spit-covered shells out of a ranch dressing and spit bowl when I don't have to. I don't eat sunflower seeds! I'm too lazy and I don't like finding the shells everywhere!

I'm very tempted to take the bag with the remaining seeds and hide it or throw it out. I just really don't want to have to explain where it went. Maybe it's worth the risk...

I swear, if I see one more seed-

You've been warned.

Lauren.