/rl stuff rage

I hate the smell of most metals, mostly iron and steel. Hello, plastic silverware.

Brass is awful, too. I cannot touch a lot of doorknobs. I use the bottom of my shirt to turn them, even in my own home.

Cast iron cookware needs to not be a thing. I hate hate hate it. The entire apartment stinks. Aaaaaaaa the smell will not come off my hands. I wish mom would just clean that one pan by herself instead of making me do it. She knows it bothers the shit out of me.

A certain sekrit mystery metal makes my skin blister. It doesn't appear to be nickel, but there's no way for me to tell without super intense testing, which would ultimately end in disaster anyway. I made the mistake of wearing a pair of earrings that didn't have any sort of label a few months ago. It was awful. It also happens when I touch certain metal counter-tops or cookware. Working over hot surfaces with hands covered in pain? Not cool.

Sleep fifteen hours and wake up wanting to throw everything out the window. I yearn for the day when everything is made out of glass and plastic.