WET TOWELS
for reasons due to my father's reproduction between the years 1970 to 1984, i do not have a room in which i can call my own. with that said, i do mind room sharing. however when it is not my room to begin with and the task to maintain it is burdened on you, then Houston, we have a problem.
the problem is this.
this morning after i had my wonderful Bodyshop Passionfruit shower, and then coated myself with Silk Dove Cream, i entered the room, wore my undies and hung my towel. it was then the sound of my rather annoying (not all the times) father bellowed.
'Dont hang that towel there,' he said, as he pointed to my towel and a few others near the clothes rack.
'It will smell,' he continued.
i ignored him and left it there.
indeed he is right. the towel will smell. i do not need to remind you how bad a wet towel smells. i do agree with him but the moment he wields his authority, i rebel.
after clothing myself i would dry it elsewhere. i would have probably position the rest of the towels appropriately too. but i would not do it because he has simply said so.
Papa continued with his ramblings while i continued to choose my attire for the day. i think he must have said it a few times before he himself placed elsewhere.
good job Papa.
that however did not shut him up. he continued with his ramblings while i went to the kitchen to make coffee, took the papers and sat down at the reading lounge.
i might be shirking some responsibilities but i hate being told especially when it is with regards to this. i concede. but i just hate being told what to do. furthermore, most of it is subjective and is a matter of taste.
this constant 'interference' is really getting on my nerves.
i have no idea how i am going to put up with it in the coming months.
the problem is this.
this morning after i had my wonderful Bodyshop Passionfruit shower, and then coated myself with Silk Dove Cream, i entered the room, wore my undies and hung my towel. it was then the sound of my rather annoying (not all the times) father bellowed.
'Dont hang that towel there,' he said, as he pointed to my towel and a few others near the clothes rack.
'It will smell,' he continued.
i ignored him and left it there.
indeed he is right. the towel will smell. i do not need to remind you how bad a wet towel smells. i do agree with him but the moment he wields his authority, i rebel.
after clothing myself i would dry it elsewhere. i would have probably position the rest of the towels appropriately too. but i would not do it because he has simply said so.
Papa continued with his ramblings while i continued to choose my attire for the day. i think he must have said it a few times before he himself placed elsewhere.
good job Papa.
that however did not shut him up. he continued with his ramblings while i went to the kitchen to make coffee, took the papers and sat down at the reading lounge.
i might be shirking some responsibilities but i hate being told especially when it is with regards to this. i concede. but i just hate being told what to do. furthermore, most of it is subjective and is a matter of taste.
this constant 'interference' is really getting on my nerves.
i have no idea how i am going to put up with it in the coming months.
Finger Acrobatics Performed
On Thursday, August 10, 2006 at 11:44 pm.
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