i haven't told anyone in my life about this, because it's a very touchy thing. here we go: i don't shower. well that's not the whole truth: i go into the bathroom, turn on the shower, stand under the shower for the length of time it takes to have a shower (i like the warmth), and walk back out. i also never use the towel. i just put on my clothes with all the water still on me. who's to blame, you may ask? well, my ever-useful ocd! i'm too scared to clean myself, because i think i'll catch a disease from the dirt on my body and pass away. counterintuitive, right? that's also why i don't use a towel. the towel will hold grime, and if i use a towel more than once, i'm just rubbing the dirt that i forgot to wash off back onto my body. icky. honestly, letting this go is really letting a weight of my chest. this is one of my most personal things, and i think i'll never tell anyone unless i really need help. or maybe when i'm old and gray, when it doesn't matter anymore. signing off!