Taking out my garbage is seriously the worst task every . I never remember to do it until it is too late . But then when an mobile case and all these wrappers and old cans are spilling out of the top of it, I have to do something. Besides, I eat a lot of fruit. That includes bananas. Do you have any idea how bad old banana peels smell after a few days? If you have smelled them before then you know what I mean . But you also probably don’t eat enough potassium or fruit and may be dropping off into bad shape so you should start eating more bananas. So back to the point, I hate taking the trash out and refuse to do it until I have to . I suppose its just laziness. I certainly don’t have any traumatic experiences in my past with taking out the trash that would make me reluctant to do so. To tell you the truth, I am a psychiatrist and not once have I had to deal with anyone facing that problem . Eventually, the stench forces me to slung the bag over my shoulder and haul downstairs and outside to the alley’s dumpster. I just put the garbage in the dumpster and hope I never see it again . But then I have to put a new bag into my garbage container and that will just fill up again. It never fails to happen .