I did a quick load of laundry this morning. I suppose it’s a good thing that I tend to wake up at 5am. I have time to do random things. Many random things before 8am. I suppose it’s a good thing I tend to have two large cups of coffee before 6am. Then I go work out. Talk about adrenaline rush. I love being active. But by 2pm, I’m exhausted and can’t handle chatterboxes very well. I twitch and frown and start wishing for a genie to appear and grant me a wish for escape. But none of this is why I am writing.
I did laundry this morning. As I was cleaning out the lint trap I was taken back to a piece of household advice I received a long time ago. Well, I think I heard the advice bit on some television show. Maybe I read it somewhere. I really have no clue where I learned of this bit. See, when I first started doing my own laundry on my own (age 13 or so) I didn’t pull up the lint too well. It frustrated me. Then, I learned that the best way to pull lint out was too use other pieces of lint. Simple. Lint begets lint. Lint attracts lint. Lint loves lint. The same way you catch more flies wit honey than you do with vinegar, you can get lint out of the lint trap.
This is a form of love. Well, understanding what people love. It’s also a story of manipulation. Or maybe I’ve just had way too much coffee.