Realizing How Badly You Neglected Cleaning A Certain Spot
A clean home is how you signal to the world that you have your act together. No matter how much of a catastrophe the rest of your life is, you can stand in the middle of a freshly scrubbed living space and say, "I have this all under control." Until, that is, you peer below your refrigerator. Or behind your refrigerator. Or on top of your refrigerator. Or under the vegetable drawers of your refrigerator. There, you and probably an audience of your partner, landlord, and parents will behold a layer of gut-wrenching filth. It will suddenly be clear to all that you are a worthless garbage person who does not deserve love.
Your home is full of spots like that. The underside of my stove would convince any sane person that my preferred method of cooking food is to drop it on the floor and kick it down there for the ants to eat. The shit there was like Guy Fieri's prefrontal cortex, just a nightmare landscape of grease, the ghosts of dinner's past, and mummified baby carrots. There are shattered remnants of a colony of spaghetti noodles and a Jackson Pollack wet dream of spatters, splatters, and spooge in every muted color of the rainbow.
To make myself feel better, I actually Googled how often people clean under the stove and behind the fridge, and didn't really get much of an answer beyond other people also wondering. This probably indicates that most people do not clean there often. Like losing your virginity, it's a very special occasion that either happens once or never. Realistically, what you're looking at down there is the culmination of literal years of spills and mishaps that seemed like no big deal at the time. Who gives a shit if one little Rotini rotins its way into the crack between the counter and the stove?
But when you're faced with several years' worth of your coagulated shrugs and poor reflexes in one place at one time, it really makes you think maybe you're half forest goblin and have no place in human society.
Making Sudden, Unexpected Contact With Your Own Sweat
You awaken in the middle of a sweltering night to take a leak. You return, hop into bed, and are immediately ensconced in the most repugnant sensation a person can inflict on themselves: sweaty sheets that had been left to cool in the open air.