I've got a bit of OCD, I hate messy or dirty places.
For some reason, I tend to think about what comes next in existence than this life itself
When I was younger, I saw expressions on people's face when no one else could see them. Like when someone had evil intentions. I lost a bit of that when I grew up, but sometimes it still happens.
That disgust or mindfulness is a very South American thing...
I noticed it many times with how people cleaned their houses, their pavements, or even how they managed to clean their cars with only a litre of water.
I really respect it though.
Brazilians are tolerant with many things, but dirty, smelly people are not one of them
Especially if the person is expected to have access to water and soap.
You won't see people with dirty clothes inside stores here. Even if they pass right in front of it coming from work, they go home first, get clean and then they go out.
I hail from a blue collar and hidden wealth culture.
It doesn't or didn't matter what you looked like if you entered a store after work.
So I was 21 years old and getting off a 12 hour night shit (one of 6 nights per week) and I wanted to buy a coffee table because my wife was shitted off. I wouldn't pay 200 dollars for a pine thing. I wanted a hardwood table.... so I sat outside until this shop opened.
When I got inside, I was asked "wut you want" and I was eyed over.
Then this Greek whore says "how much you got?"
I explained to her that I would have the right amount for the right piece of furniture.
I made it a point to walk around and assess all their pieces... most of them pine but some of them Oak and cherry.
But she still insulted me, called me broke, told me that I couldn't even afford a Baltic pine table.
Because of my work clothes...
So I pulled out 1200 dollars in a wad (a sizeable sum in the mid nineties) and told her she was an ignorant and above all stupid cunt for thinking I'd ever throw away good money on most of her crap....and the few pieces she had that were worth a fuck would never sell because they were double priced.
So this Greek cunt starts going off on me and my wad of cash.
I told her I hoped she died of cancer but not before all her children died of venereal diseases.
Then I slammed her door.
The memory of her wailing is still music to my ears...