laundry day rant
Feel free to skip my bitching.
Poll Laundry EtiquetteI have issues. I can admit to that. Some of them are physical, and some are psychological. I guess you could say that some are neurological. I like to fancy that is a combination of the previous two. I’m hot-tempered, overly sensitive, self-absorbed, and as one person informed me, I have no sense of humor. I have shit for people skills, because I hate people. I don’t kiss ass.
I have extreme anxiety. Most people I interact with have no idea. I’ll tell you, most of my anger issues are definitely rooted in fear.
I can’t stand to be touched. It freaks me out. I have to brace myself to receive an expected touch. I have to CONSCIOUSLY think about touching other people. Pats on the arm, a shoulder rub; these are things I see other people do automatically. Not me. (When I’m drinking this is not a problem, obviously, it’s usually the reverse. And speaking of reverse, why is it I have no problem giving a quick hug to a friendly acquaintance but not someone I know well??)
Anyway. One of the ways I try to control my anxiety is to do things in certain order or fashion. Is that a bit obsessive-compulsive? Hell, I don’t know and don’t care. I just know what works for me. Here is an example: When I shower, I wash in the same order every time. Left to right and top to bottom. I try to change this but then I end up taking a shower that is twice as long because I have to go over everything again in the “right” order.
I do my laundry in a certain order too. Put the soap in, let the water run a bit to dissolve the soap (and bleach if I’m using it), put the clothes in. When I take the clothes from the washer to the dryer, I always check for loose socks, pocket lint and whatever three times.
I tend to find apartments with onsite laundry so that I don’t have to sit there with it. It’s nice to be able to wash the dishes or walk the dog or vacuum while I’m waiting for the washer or dryer to finish.
There are two things that infuriate me.
In almost all of the places I’ve lived, the dryers go a bit longer than the washers do. SO WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM??? It’s not as if your clothes will be done any faster if you take mine out of the washer and it’s obvious the dryer is still going. YOU WILL STILL HAVE TO WAIT FOR THE DRYER AFTER ME!!!
You know, this hasn’t happened to me in a few years now. It happened today and I flipped out. Completely.
(An added bump to my anger was probably the fact that I just stopped bleeding from the BC so I was washing up all my nasty, ripped, period panties)
She’s very lucky all I did was write her a nasty note and then when this “para-professional” (professional, HA) wrote me a nasty note back, cussed her dumb ass out. How can you be someone’s “caretaker” and be such a bitch?? Don’t tell ME to get a life you stupid fucking cunt. I HAVE A LIFE and I’m doing my GODDAMNED best not to freak out and go on some kind of rampage like all those you hear about in the news. I HAVE A LIFE that I’m doing my best to keep busy, low-stress and contented so that I don’t take a gun to my own head.
Maybe I shouldn’t even bother.
Poll Laundry EtiquetteI have issues. I can admit to that. Some of them are physical, and some are psychological. I guess you could say that some are neurological. I like to fancy that is a combination of the previous two. I’m hot-tempered, overly sensitive, self-absorbed, and as one person informed me, I have no sense of humor. I have shit for people skills, because I hate people. I don’t kiss ass.
I have extreme anxiety. Most people I interact with have no idea. I’ll tell you, most of my anger issues are definitely rooted in fear.
I can’t stand to be touched. It freaks me out. I have to brace myself to receive an expected touch. I have to CONSCIOUSLY think about touching other people. Pats on the arm, a shoulder rub; these are things I see other people do automatically. Not me. (When I’m drinking this is not a problem, obviously, it’s usually the reverse. And speaking of reverse, why is it I have no problem giving a quick hug to a friendly acquaintance but not someone I know well??)
Anyway. One of the ways I try to control my anxiety is to do things in certain order or fashion. Is that a bit obsessive-compulsive? Hell, I don’t know and don’t care. I just know what works for me. Here is an example: When I shower, I wash in the same order every time. Left to right and top to bottom. I try to change this but then I end up taking a shower that is twice as long because I have to go over everything again in the “right” order.
I do my laundry in a certain order too. Put the soap in, let the water run a bit to dissolve the soap (and bleach if I’m using it), put the clothes in. When I take the clothes from the washer to the dryer, I always check for loose socks, pocket lint and whatever three times.
I tend to find apartments with onsite laundry so that I don’t have to sit there with it. It’s nice to be able to wash the dishes or walk the dog or vacuum while I’m waiting for the washer or dryer to finish.
There are two things that infuriate me.
- When someone argues with me about a fact that I know I’m right. (If I’m wrong, that’s fine, I’ll admit it and drop the subject)
- Taking my clothes out of the washer or dryer
In almost all of the places I’ve lived, the dryers go a bit longer than the washers do. SO WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM??? It’s not as if your clothes will be done any faster if you take mine out of the washer and it’s obvious the dryer is still going. YOU WILL STILL HAVE TO WAIT FOR THE DRYER AFTER ME!!!
You know, this hasn’t happened to me in a few years now. It happened today and I flipped out. Completely.
- I get cranky when I don’t eat. - For some reason today I never got around to eating more than 2 crackers and 2 cups of coffee
- I get cranky when I’m hormonal - I just had a hormonal birth control removed last week
- I DO NOT LIKE PEOPLE TOUCHING MY THINGS
(An added bump to my anger was probably the fact that I just stopped bleeding from the BC so I was washing up all my nasty, ripped, period panties)
She’s very lucky all I did was write her a nasty note and then when this “para-professional” (professional, HA) wrote me a nasty note back, cussed her dumb ass out. How can you be someone’s “caretaker” and be such a bitch?? Don’t tell ME to get a life you stupid fucking cunt. I HAVE A LIFE and I’m doing my GODDAMNED best not to freak out and go on some kind of rampage like all those you hear about in the news. I HAVE A LIFE that I’m doing my best to keep busy, low-stress and contented so that I don’t take a gun to my own head.
Maybe I shouldn’t even bother.