The Dryer Ate My Socks!
Why is it that I continue to buy packages of socks and it always seems to be that they disappear? I have often wondered if it’s the washing machine or the dryer who eats them. My guess is the dryer because it has the lint trap. That’s right my friends, I don’t think that much lint comes off of our clothes. I think emptying the lint trap is just like changing a diaper. The dryer is just pooping them out after they’ve been digested. If I was crafty enough I could just turn the lint into thread and re-weave my socks. Maybe I should learn. It would definitely save me money.
If socks disappear so easily, I wish there was a dryer for my life. One that could take all the memories I want to forget, shred them up into tiny pieces to just be thrown away and never seen again. I take every situation, good or bad, as a learning experience. I just wish that the bad ones could be thrown away or recycled after I have learned all I can from them. Are they intended to stick around as reminders of where I’ve been and how far I’ve come? Or are they there to taunt and tease.
Take Ex- boyfriends for example. Now that I am turning 30, it has become more and more apparant that I am single. Although I keep trying to blame my single life on gas prices by saying “Gas is too expensive to go places where I could meet anyone” (funny, huh), in reality I know that I am single because of all the failed relationships in my past. I’ve learned so much form each one and have become stronger in a different way each time. However, I now focus so much on what I’m NOT looking for that I don’t know what I AM looking for. One relationship in particular made me forget who I really am. I spent several years after that getting to know myself all over again. I spent so much time with me, myself, and I that I became very independent. So independent, that is, that I forgot how to let people do things for me. And those memories are always there to remind me of why I am the way I am.
So todays a new day! I’m about to turn 30 and I’m cleaning house. I’m throwing all of those memories in the dryer and it feels great!!! I’m going to open the door to the unexpected and quit pretending I know someone just by the way they look at me. I’m tired of being “safe” all the time. I’m tired of holding back and making excuses just to keep from getting hurt. I want to be free enough to finally meet the guy that at the end of the day I can look at and say:
