Well, I was going to do a stylistic experiment last night and get really drunk then write a blog and trying to figure it out today. Turns out that I am just not into getting that drunk any more. I tried. I even took shots. I just didn’t get drunk. I just ended keeping Tina up too late talking about stuff.
Now I know.
I wasn’t going to blog today and take my shame for missing a day and not try to make up for it, then I took a shower. Okay, it wasn’t the shower that made me want to blog; it was the towel after the shower that made me want to write a blog.
We know I am the most awkward person on earth because I over think EVERYTHING. I have this crazy fear of being rude or inconsiderate. I always try to do the right thing in any situation. It is like a compulsion. I think everyone has it but I am pretty sure I bring it to a completely different level. Case in point, my towel after the shower and trying to figure out what to do with it.
I was raised that towels are not dirty after one use, as long as only one person uses it. I know dead skin cells and all of that crap. I know some people find it totally disgusting. I think if you freak out at the idea of someone using the same towel twice, you really need to twiddle your own joystick more. Anyway, I also know the other argument and find it equally valid. I am just a towel reuser. Anyway, I am almost incapable of throwing a towel on the floor after using it once. I picked a blue towel. I know that blue towel is the one I used. It is covered in my germs and my skin cells. I can dig it. I think Tina is a towel washer. Use it once and wash it. It is also possible that she doesn’t put that much thought into things and I am just insane. Totally possible. The struggle comes after my shower and I have this blue towel that in my head is now “my towel” and I can use it after my next shower but I am pretty sure she would just prefer to wash it. I stand there for several seconds with “my towel” in my hand and tell myself I should just throw it on the floor with the rest of the laundry so she can scoop it up when she turbo launders. I have it in my hand and I know I should, but I just can’t, so I throw it over the shower rod, unintentionally making it harder on her since it totally does not go there and she will have to try and reach it. Mind you, all of this is going through my head OVER A FREAKING TOWEL.
I might write some day about the last of the juice.
I am so glad my friends love me.
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