I have allergies. I long ago made peace with constant nose blowing. If the sound of someone blowing their nose with all their might makes you gag, I'm sorry, you cannot be my friend. It just won't work. I have no shame and I am loud. Tip: Kleenex 3-ply with lotion is fabulous! It's the only brand that keeps my nose from chapping.
All that being said, I am constantly surrouned by tissue boxes and therefore, used tissues. There is usually a little mound beside me when my allergies are acting up. My confession is, I am so accustomed to this that I don't see it, used tissues do not gross me out. I am forever leaving used tissues all around my house much to my husband's chagrin.
I took a little survey of my surroundings the other day....case in point:
...And this is the spot on the couch I just got up from. Please note (again) the totally 80's bedspread.
Part 2: I am Meg Ryan. Remember that scene in When Harry Met Sally when Meg crys to Billy Crystal because Joe is getting married. She's blowing her nose and just throwing the tissues...I am sure that this is a trait that she has chosen to give her characters and not given by the director...anyway, that's me!
Flash forward to You've Got Mail. There is a fabulous scene where Meg has a cold and she's trying to quickly clean up all used tissues she thrown willy-nilly around her apartment. I have done this! The doorbell rings and I realize to normal people I look like I'm just living in my own filth. I do this mad dash to clean all the tissues up, and there is always either a dirty plate or bowl around and I always put all the tissues onto it or into it, just like she does in this scene! I am not alone! It just cracks me up that I do this exactly like she does.
ps. the sound is not synched properly in this clip. I apologize.
I'm glad to know that of all the people in the world Meg Ryan is my kindred spirit :)