maybe tribulations is too strong of a word, but when people get on your nerves, every little action they do, good or bad, is a real test of your strength. Yesterday in particular, I was clearly giving off the “don’t mess with me, I’m half dazed and I want to sit and do absolutely nothing” vibe. But I wasn’t just doing absolutely nothing. When I returned home from spending the night with a friend, I started laundry. Now, laundry is one of my little eccentricities. Being a bigger girl, naturally less clothes are necessary to fill a load, and since I’m horrific at changing clothes at least twice a day, the laundry does pile up quickly. I’m also not really good at doing laundry. I know what is washed in cold water, and how to remove stains, but I am horrible at folding laundry. I just don’t ever want to do it. I even have a flip fold to help me get the wretched t-shirts in order. But part of me just wants to leave it all in the dryer and in the mornings, just run it for a few minutes and pull out fresh warm clothes to jump into. Plus yesterday, I barely wanted to move, let alone do anything that would actually involve energy.
at this point i might come back and edit more of the story in here. gotta do something and come back.
