Confessions of a Laundry Philosopher
The other day, I was knee-deep in a mountain of mismatched socks (seriously, where does the other one even go?) and staring down the barrel of a week’s worth of dirty laundry. As I separated lights from darks with the focus of a brain surgeon, a thought struck me:
“Life is a lot like doing laundry.”
Okay, I know what you’re thinking. “She’s finally cracked.” But hear me out! Laundry, much like life, is this never-ending cycle of sorting, washing, drying, and folding (or in my case, artfully draping clothes over furniture). And in those seemingly mundane moments, my friends, I’ve stumbled upon some surprisingly profound realizations.
The Great Sock Mystery and Other Existential Laundry Crises
Let’s start with the elusive sock enigma. Is there a black hole in my dryer specifically designed to devour single socks? Or is this some cruel cosmic joke? The world may never know.
