Granted the people who were on the show were a bit overboard. One guy couldn't use toilets at all because of his fear of germs. It seemed a bit extreme to go outside to go to the bathroom, and to me it seems not only dirty, but somewhat dangerous (I would be afraid a bug or snake would crawl into my butt).
Yet, overall, I thought the fears were merited.
Today I went to a catered lunch. About 30 people ate, all circling around the table of food.
I saw one guy lick his fingers after picking up a chicken leg and then touching the entire pile of napkins. I also saw another guy pick a bacon piece from a bowl, his fingers grazing up against the other pieces in the bowl.
I was starving, but I could barely eat. I kept thinking about those licked fingers.
A "project" the OCD people did was to touch the inside of a filthy trash bin and then lick their fingers. I would rather have OCD then to take such an action because if I had to do this it would have provoked my imaginary parasites.
Sometimes I get preoccupied with the idea I have parasites, specifically worms. Although I have had this thought in the back of my head for years, it was solidified by a show I recently saw on animal planet.
Sure, the people who had parasites had eaten raw pork, or uncooked octopus off a push cart in Indonesia, still you never know if the guy who licked his fingers has been traveling abroad.
Some call it OCD - I call it just good hygiene.
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