I've always been a bit of a clean freak. I can't stand to see a dirty dish in the sink, and I vacuum my apartment at least twice a week. But even I have to admit that there are some things that are just too gross for words.
The other day, I was walking down the street when I saw something that made my stomach turn. It was a big, slimy puddle of vomit, and it was crawling with maggots. I don't know what had made someone so sick, but I couldn't look away.
I stood there for a few seconds, just staring at the puddle. I felt a wave of nausea wash over me, and I had to turn away. I couldn't believe that something so disgusting could exist in the world.
I walked on, but I couldn't get the image of that puddle out of my mind. I kept thinking about the maggots, and how they were probably eating the vomit. It made me feel sick to my stomach.
I finally reached my apartment and went inside. I went straight to the bathroom and washed my hands. I scrubbed them for what felt like an eternity, but I still couldn't get the feeling of that puddle off of them.
I went to bed that night, but I couldn't sleep. I kept thinking about that puddle of vomit, and how it was a reminder of all the disgusting things that exist in the world. I felt like I needed to do something to make up for it, to make the world a little bit cleaner.
The next day, I went back to the spot where I had seen the puddle. I brought a bucket of water and a mop, and I cleaned it up. It wasn't easy, but I felt like I had to do it. I couldn't stand the thought of that puddle sitting there, attracting more maggots and making the world a more disgusting place.
When I was finished, I felt a sense of satisfaction. I had done something to make the world a little bit better, and it felt good. I know that there are still a lot of disgusting things in the world, but I'm not going to let that stop me from trying to make it a better place.