laundry sucks.

for the past year i have hated doing laundry. i cannot recall this process bothering me before i moved to portland, so i assumed my newfound distaste was linked to the fact that in order to prevent all of my lighter-colored clothing from turning gray, i had to spend five dollars for two loads of washing and drying in my shady apartment complex's laundry facility. sometimes people would for some unknown, infuriating reason open my washer or dryer mid-cycle and then not restart it, severely inconveniencing me by delaying my finishing time. this, also, was a definite factor in my hatred of doing laundry.

now i live with my parents, where doing laundry is free, and i still despise it, so i now know that my disdain runs deeper than the pacfic tower laundry facilities. i have lived here for over six weeks and have done laundry one and a half times. (the half occured when i first arrived and was a tiny load, which is very much out of my laundry-hoarding character.) my cue for laundry is when i run out of underwear. i very much enjoy buying new underwear, so i have a lot of it. this allows the intervals between washings to be rather extensive. but today was the day i opened my underwear drawer and removed the last pair, so i am now forced to separate my large pile of clothing and fire up the washer and dryer once more.

not all of the attire i throw onto the pile of what becomes laundry is actually dirty. sometimes i pluck an item from its hanger, and then decide it's not what i want to cover my body with that day, so into the hamper it is tossed. or there are those rare times i wear something without spilling on myself like a fucking two-year-old, leaving it in perfectably acceptable condition to be worn again, yet when i disrobe for the evening, i wind up lazily throwing it in the general direction of my hamper.

so then, when the inevitable day comes when i run out of clean underwear, i must sort through the pile, smelling shirts and looking for visible stains in order to determine what is really in need of cleansing. and i think my hatred of laundry in actuality stems from this process.

i know what you're thinking, internet, "why don't you just put clean clothes back into your closet instead of misplacing them into the hamper?" i have thought about this too. i am trying to visualize myself doing this right now, and it just feels so unnatural. like i would lose so much time in my everyday life just sorting and hanging up clothes. sure, it might simplify the process on the day i run ouf clean underwear, but i would experience a small dose of the irritability i feel on laundry day on a daily basis. and i can't have every one of my precious days be affected in this way. i just can't. i am already emotionally fragile enough as it is.