Everything is Disguisting

Every time I touch something I feel the germs coating my fingertips. Every time I walk I feel the germs soaking into my feet. I feel every light brush, touch, a single graze of the fingertips, I feel everything. I sense the invisible particles of saliva droplets dropping into my food while having a casual dinner with my friends. I sense the dirt in the air, the poor ventilation, I feel trapped. I can’t breathe. I feel disgusted. Everything I do becomes a matter of “I should wash my hands, that’s gross” It can be as simple as my bathroom sink knob and as complex as the phone that I carry with me each day, I mean, to be fair, I’m not wrong I know germs follow me everywhere and humans are germs but my brain is the epitome of a germophobe and an anxious person’s brain I don’t want to overthink every atom and molecule I come across the days I step on this earth; I just want to live.