A Confession
I have kept a detail of my life hidden, like a small squirt of bile you swallow again after eating too much. I am a strong man, by some measures; but I can no longer maintain such a wretched deception.
I used to fold my underwear.
I have kept a detail of my life hidden, like a small squirt of bile you swallow again after eating too much. I am a strong man, by some measures; but I can no longer maintain such a wretched deception.
I used to fold my underwear.
I can tell when you do laundry that you break for a second, wondering if you should fold or throw. Lately, you have thrown. I’m proud of you.
Folding is so taxing and orthodox…or is it orthodoxy to throw, and sheer reason to fold? Now I’m vexed.
Exactly. Neither folding or not, is going to impact your life more than it is now. Just throw, it’s more liberating.
Before folding it, I iron it. Except, of course, the tiny models.
Crikey. Just when you think you know someone …
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