Washing day

An interesting thing happened to me this morning, one of the things you are initially shocked by in an Australian hostel is that in the Men's shower rooms/toilets for some reason a lot of the Asian guys walk around completely butt naked while doing tasks that really don't require nakedness like brushing their teeth or shaving. What shocked me this morning is that I didn't even really notice that I was shaving next to a naked Asian guy! It had just become so normal that my brain barley felt the need to pass the thought into consciousness. I should get my own place soon, I have a feeling I'm becoming hostitutionalized.

Today I had to do my washing again, this is an emotional time for me. By mistake I had brought a lot of my old clothes to Australia with the idea that I could abandon them easily for new clothes when the mood took me. This was a big mistake I was very emotionally attached to my old clothes and I knew that each wash took them one step closer to death.

This was especially true of my lucky boxer shorts, I loved them most of all, but the inevitable disintegration had set in and I knew they only had a short number of washes left before they completely melted away just leaving the lonely white elasticated waist band.

Also when it costs you $6 for a wash any concept of separate colour and white washes fades away. All washing is equal in the eyes of the Laundromat.