Oranges

My apartment is filled with rotting oranges. The reason: my drive up from California, I brought a big bag of oranges because BTO and I shared oranges all break and we shared them all the way up to UT. But before I came up to UT, I had a semi-fear of oranges.

So what I don’t like about oranges really revolves around the peel. I don’t like peels (therefore, I dislike bananas) and I especially don’t like the fact that peniciilium bacteria grows on oranges, producing penicillin (which I am allergic to). So why did I suddenly like oranges when I went home? The only thing I can think of is that I was suffering from scurvy and so I had a craving for vitamin C.

So now my fear is back and the oranges that are slowly turning brown on my table seem really daunting. I don’t see why it is so hard to throw away these disgusting oranges but this reinforces my fear that I may also be a hoarder.