I was doing my laundry today (No Perfect Blend, however. They close at 4, which is a bit inconvenient.) and I came to the realization that laundromats are a complete invasion of privacy. Now, let me back up this bold statement...
Since I don't have my own washer and dryer, I wait until the very last moment to drag my laundry bag to the laundromat. I'm talking like no underwear besides bathing suit bottoms to wear. Today was that situation so I obligingly brought my overflowing blue laundry bag to the laundromat in Delmar.
Since it was a Sunday afternoon, it was a bit crowded. More than I am used to. So, throughout the process of tossing laundry in the washer and dryer and then taking it out of the dryer, a bunch of my underwear would fall to the ground for everyone to see. Another observation was that everyone can see your clothes as they tumble in the dryer. Friends and family are not privy to this information, so why should complete strangers see what kind of underwear you don?
It's almost like a person could do some profiling based on the laundry you bring in. Like, if you're discreetly tossing lacy underwear and thongs into the washer for the delicate cycle, along with some slinky-looking tops, one could infer that you were sensual and sexually confident, even slutty. Conversely, if one is haphazardly throwing granny panties and sweats into the dryer, one could surmise they needed a date. Now.
I've decided I don't like that. I don't want strangers to see my underwear and sweat stained shirts. If I was being profiled, one would say I am a nervous wreck who anxiety leads to many a shirt ruined with sweat stains. Also, I am not a fan of VPLs. Be it as it may, I would much rather do my laundry in the privacy of my own home, thank you very much. There's my rant for the day...
So, Ty texted me late Friday night with "What you doing? Are you still alive?" What kind of text is that? I reckon he was drunk when he text that. I didn't respond til the next morning with some light-hearted response. I got no response back, which I have to say bothered me more than the drunk text. It threw me off. Here I was thinking I was over it and moving on and then some lame text makes me feel sad. It stewed in my all weekend until finally I got home from Dad and Kelly's and decided to give him a piece of my mind!
I emailed him saying I don't appreciate how he texts me only when he's drunk and that if he really wanted to know if I'm alive, ask me when sober! I'm embarrassed when I willingly text him sober and he can't extend the same courtesy of civility. I understand he doesn't want to be in contact with me because it is hard, but no need for the intermittent drunk text and the lack of responsiveness when he's sober. I don't expect him to respond, and he does, it'll be some half-assed remark about how I've done it to him. Blah. The truth is I don't know how I feel about talking to him or seeing him right now. So maybe it's best he doesn't respond.
On a similar note, I am putting a moratorium on Facebook for the time being. After seeing all these pics of Ty with his friends coupled with the fact that it sucks the life out of me as I monotonously click through the status updates and posted crap of people, I just need a break. I don't know how long it will last seeing how I'm already getting the shacks from not checking it. But I think it's good to take a step back. After, does it really matter if I know that Sam V. just took a shower after a long run? Or that Kim H. just lost a duck on Farmville? Or that Ty is doing just fine without me?