Clareified

A few months ago I was at a friend’s house and decided to go in with some folks on take out. In addition to my usual dish, I ordered a dumpling appetizer. Well, I ate one and someone asked me if they could have one. I said yes. He took it, dipped it in the sauce, took a bite and then dipped again. I was repulsed.
“Dude, why don’t you just lick my face,” I said dumping the rest of the vomitously poisoned sauce in the trash.
And everyone was all “what? what? you’re so paranoid blah blah blah…”
Well, well, well…from today’s Times:

On average, the students found that three to six double dips transferred about 10,000 bacteria from the eater’s mouth to the remaining dip.

Each cracker picked up between one and two grams of dip. That means that sporadic double dipping in a cup of dip would transfer at least 50 to 100 bacteria from one mouth to another with every bite.

You bacteria spreading double dippers should be ashamed. This is probably how the black death started.

You are now moving into a more reclusive phase, perhaps using this time to rejuvenate your spirit and feed your imagination what it has been craving. Even if you aren’t able to escape from your real world responsibilities, make a plan to give yourself the quiet time that you need.