You know the exact moment you feel your life spiralling out of control, like when you want to make stuffed chicken at night because except for the chicken that expires tomorrow you ate everything else in the fridge (instead of going to the gym, or like... not eating constantly) so okay, you go to Tesco to pick up some sun dried tomatoes but you can't find them and you've already asked the Tesco guy where the cheese is you can't possibly ask him another question no one in the history of the world has asked someone two questions so your face becomes hot and you remember you forgot your inhaler at home ineedamomenttobreathe
It's just all still so fresh...
Going through a downward spiral is pretty easy, and once it starts it can be hard to snap out of it. I am, for most of the part, very happy with my life in Glasgow, but only because I am a simple (albeit lovable) and slow little fool. I am easily distracted, so as long as I am in my onesie and watching Modern Family I forget most of my worries, but as soon as I remember one, they all come crashing down. I was telling my friend earlier today how my recent econ lecture was a little hard to understand, and I hadn't worried about it before, but now that I was thinking about it we had a test coming up in only like 27 days which is not a lot of time to un-foolify yourself, and pretty soon I was breathlessly also stating how I have seven unwashed dishes under my bed, how I had 'forgotten' to go to the gym every day since like 10 months and also that I hadn't taken out the trash for five hundred and a half days. She sympathised with me and said she needed to do some chores too, like her laundry, which reminded me I needed to my damn laundry as well and everyone knows how triggered I am by my laundry.
It all started roughly a year ago.
I was a fresher (ah, youth) at a foreign university, and since I knew how high the expenses were, I was dead set on saving as much money as I could. I tried to not skimp too much on essentials like food™ and Stuff From Primark That I Absolutely Did Not Need At All Under Any Circumstances, but I had a very clever plan - or so I thought. We had our own washing machines and dryers in the halls, which were outrageously expensive, so I had the extremely bright idea of washing my own clothes by hand in the sink and then just using the dryer - I'd be saving a whole 2.40 pounds on the washing machine (WHO CHARGES A KID THAT MUCH FOR CLEAN CLOTHES) and I honestly didn't understand why everyone else was not in on this hot deal. So I washed my clothes by hand, embarrassingly excited by all the money I was going to save. Having lived a privileged chores-free (ish) life, I didn't know just how wet clothes were supposed to be post washing machine adventures, so I didn't think it odd loading absolutely dripping wet clothes into a dryer. But hey, think of all the money I was saving, just spending a pound on the dryer.
Except that I didn't. After the first cycle in the dryer, my clothes were almost the same as before, so I put them in for another cycle. After all, second time's the charm?
But after 3 cycles in the goddamn dryer my clothes were still wet. After spending maybe 7 pounds trying to dry my clothes (which means 7 cycles in the dryer, yes I study math), I bundled them all up and hung them up in my room instead, much to the delight of my new roommate (but we now share a flat together, so things worked out, spoiler alert). I had towels hanging from my cupboard door, and socks hanging out from my window, which is literally the Most Indian To Ever Have Indianed. I don't what our strange urge is, I guess you can take an Indian out of India but you can never prevent them from drying clothes outside windows (please never quote me on that).
Also, it never hit me that perhaps attempting to dry wet socks at a window sill in the city where it rained 25 hours a day was not one of my better plans. But at that time I still thought I had saved money by not using a washing machine for 2.40 and instead using a dryer for 7 pounds, so we can all agree I was a naïve idiot and nothing but.
The next morning my clothes were still a little damp, and I had to sit down with my face in my hands for a little while and attempt to understand why the universe was personally victimising me. My newly made friends had a little heart-to-heart with me, which felt mostly like an intervention, and explained how maybe I didn't need to own 8 towels and wash them all together and how maybe, just maybe, I could not be a stingy little moron and use the washing machine instead of spending all the money I had ever owned and ever will own on the dryer.
Things are a little different in my new flat, because we have a washing machine but not a dryer, so I use a drying rack now.
It takes nearly 48+ hours for my clothes to dry but it beats seven cycles in a dryer and endless emotional trauma. I count my blessings every day.
It's just all still so fresh...
Going through a downward spiral is pretty easy, and once it starts it can be hard to snap out of it. I am, for most of the part, very happy with my life in Glasgow, but only because I am a simple (albeit lovable) and slow little fool. I am easily distracted, so as long as I am in my onesie and watching Modern Family I forget most of my worries, but as soon as I remember one, they all come crashing down. I was telling my friend earlier today how my recent econ lecture was a little hard to understand, and I hadn't worried about it before, but now that I was thinking about it we had a test coming up in only like 27 days which is not a lot of time to un-foolify yourself, and pretty soon I was breathlessly also stating how I have seven unwashed dishes under my bed, how I had 'forgotten' to go to the gym every day since like 10 months and also that I hadn't taken out the trash for five hundred and a half days. She sympathised with me and said she needed to do some chores too, like her laundry, which reminded me I needed to my damn laundry as well and everyone knows how triggered I am by my laundry.
It all started roughly a year ago.
I was a fresher (ah, youth) at a foreign university, and since I knew how high the expenses were, I was dead set on saving as much money as I could. I tried to not skimp too much on essentials like food™ and Stuff From Primark That I Absolutely Did Not Need At All Under Any Circumstances, but I had a very clever plan - or so I thought. We had our own washing machines and dryers in the halls, which were outrageously expensive, so I had the extremely bright idea of washing my own clothes by hand in the sink and then just using the dryer - I'd be saving a whole 2.40 pounds on the washing machine (WHO CHARGES A KID THAT MUCH FOR CLEAN CLOTHES) and I honestly didn't understand why everyone else was not in on this hot deal. So I washed my clothes by hand, embarrassingly excited by all the money I was going to save. Having lived a privileged chores-free (ish) life, I didn't know just how wet clothes were supposed to be post washing machine adventures, so I didn't think it odd loading absolutely dripping wet clothes into a dryer. But hey, think of all the money I was saving, just spending a pound on the dryer.
Except that I didn't. After the first cycle in the dryer, my clothes were almost the same as before, so I put them in for another cycle. After all, second time's the charm?
But after 3 cycles in the goddamn dryer my clothes were still wet. After spending maybe 7 pounds trying to dry my clothes (which means 7 cycles in the dryer, yes I study math), I bundled them all up and hung them up in my room instead, much to the delight of my new roommate (but we now share a flat together, so things worked out, spoiler alert). I had towels hanging from my cupboard door, and socks hanging out from my window, which is literally the Most Indian To Ever Have Indianed. I don't what our strange urge is, I guess you can take an Indian out of India but you can never prevent them from drying clothes outside windows (please never quote me on that).
Also, it never hit me that perhaps attempting to dry wet socks at a window sill in the city where it rained 25 hours a day was not one of my better plans. But at that time I still thought I had saved money by not using a washing machine for 2.40 and instead using a dryer for 7 pounds, so we can all agree I was a naïve idiot and nothing but.
The next morning my clothes were still a little damp, and I had to sit down with my face in my hands for a little while and attempt to understand why the universe was personally victimising me. My newly made friends had a little heart-to-heart with me, which felt mostly like an intervention, and explained how maybe I didn't need to own 8 towels and wash them all together and how maybe, just maybe, I could not be a stingy little moron and use the washing machine instead of spending all the money I had ever owned and ever will own on the dryer.
Things are a little different in my new flat, because we have a washing machine but not a dryer, so I use a drying rack now.
It takes nearly 48+ hours for my clothes to dry but it beats seven cycles in a dryer and endless emotional trauma. I count my blessings every day.
