Frustration Set With an Awkward Destination
What is it about us that we can never be alone. So incapable of enjoying our own company but we expect everyone to cling to us like lint. Between you and me, I don’t really like lint.
I mean, I understand why it’s there and I sympathize with it as best as I can. Not really knowing how to sympathize with lint. It’s one of those things that you make sure isn’t around all the time, you do whatever you can and whatever seems logical to get rid of the lint. I bet lint can’t hang out with itself. I purchased Bounce brand fabric rollers to make the lint seem less awful. To make a bit of an enjoyment out of it. If you can’t beat them, you might as well join them. But lint’s one of those things that after a while you start to miss it – so it shows up again. You then realize how silly you were for missing lint, and it’s aggravating qualities flood each nerve that your sweater covers. Dust bunnies even have more spunk than lint, you never know what you’re going to find mixed in with a dust bunny. Since dust bunnies like to live in such vicarious places, you may even be led to something you forgot was there. I’m assuming you forgot because it was surrounded by dust bunnies.
The only thing that lint is good for is reminding you to clean out your dryer and turn your socks inside out. The hassle of both of those activities is too much for a simple person like me to handle. Even after you’ve enjoyed a good fabric roller the lint still hangs around, and overtime it’s constant nagging and bitter attitude start to make your clothes look less nice. It’s not like lint argues back, so it’s a good companion in that. But lint also doesn’t agree with you. It’s qualities are fading even more so, and I find myself longing for a dust bunny. I guess what I’m trying to say, is you’re kind of like lint to me.