Poetry v. The World: washing clothes

I’m not sure if any one can share the same sentiment, but I feel like washing clothes is such a hassle. I think I can be productive between loads, but, since each break is kinda small, I can never be productive and just end up wasting that time. Rinse (no pun intended) and repeat.

However, for the few minutes I spend putting in the clothes and listening to music, I feel relaxed. It’s hard to describe. My mind normally moves at a really fast pace, but something about the mindless act of throwing clothes into a washer numbs it to a slower pace. So I can actually enjoy certain things about my life that I usually view in a much more anxiety-ridden mindset. However, this smooth motion between different thoughts in my head can be dangerous as well. If I unconsciously bring up something negative, that negativity can spread everywhere. It smears onto the next thought and that smears to the next in a vicious cycle.

This kind of functions as the motor behind the piece. How even the thing that feels most healthy for your brain in the moment can turn into something just as toxic as the rest of your day. Those few moments before it turns rotten seem so productive in its own way, but then it quickly turns and all progress is lost. Honestly, it’s more disheartening than anything.

-jonahso

Jonah J. Sobczak