I’m feeling very uninspired today, at least in the writing blog post about what I don’t like category, so this is gonna be a short one.
I don’t like cleaning. I find the constant battle with entropy unproductive. Since I know the battle can never be won, I tend to migrate to extremes of the scale. Either I want to do small things all the time to keep things in order, like cleaning ever dish I use, or I want to avoid cleaning as long as possible, like cleaning the toilet when I move out of the apartment… maybe. Those two methods minimize the pain of the endless no win battle with disorder. Even they dismay me, though. I think us normals should just give in and allow those with clean freak mental disorders to clean for us.
I’m also a firm believer in cleaning what I use, and ignoring stuff around me. Like… why does the crack along the wall need to be clean if I walk in the middle of the hall? Heh.
Of course, cleaning comes in many forms, and I think I dislike them all. Personal hygiene is a chore I don’t relish, cleaning laundry the same, lawn mowing… etc. etc. It’s all bad. You all know it. I just know it more than most.
I surrender to your superior power entropy.