Though this may not make much sense to people living outside of my bubble, last night I heard some shitty, shitty news about how I'm going to be spending some of my summer. I don't mind doing laundry when it is needed. Really, I don't. I may put it off until the last second because I feel like there are better things I could be doing with my time but it isn't the worst part of my day.
However, doing other people's laundry at ungodly hours of the night/morning after they have been sweating profusely seems like a pretty awful task. This is what is being required of me.
Of course I bitched and complained. Spoke about how it was unfair and unjust... then stopped, and shifted....
I came back to my dorm after delivering the freshly done and folded laundry back to my stage manager, and watched The Philanthropist. That changed my perspective...
Don't get me wrong, the show was kind of crappy and cliched, however it's depiction of Nigeria was a jolt of reality. It reminded me of the different cultures and standings of foreign nations. It showed the slums that some people live in without running water or food for that matter. After seeing this, I realized what a spoiled brat I was for being upset about being forced to do laundry. LAUNDRY IS A GIFT! Truly! It is a miracle and blessing. I started thinking then about the people I was doing the laundry for and how they are going to have fresh shirts and pants to perform in tomorrow. Though they themselves will not think twice about the person who fluffed and folded their blouse, their bodies will subconsciously be thankful. And that is enough thanks for me!
~Alex
P.S. Fabric Softener should be illegal. It is one of the worst things you can do to your body... and smells like shit.
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