Between A Rock And A Choice

I like apartment living. I do not, however, like laundromats.

I like to believe that life is mostly what I make it. Some things are unavoidable, but most things in life are a choice and if I choose to live a certain way, then I have no reason to expect sympathy from anyone. Choices are truly that, choices! Placing the blame on anyone else is a cop out. Placing the blame on circumstances is often the same. I have watched people live in misery for years because they choose not to change a situation that benefits no one.

It isn't always easy to make changes, but it is usually possible. I am pretty adaptable. I love the ethnic diversity and the diversity of ages in this complex. I like how close I am to the places I need to go, but the laundromat I used today was one step up from beating my clothes against a rock in a torpid jungle. In all fairness, it is not the one here at the apartments. That one is over by the pool and only has a few washers and dryers, but maybe I should try it next time. Whatever I do, I will not go back to the one I used today. The dryers never did dry all my clothes, even when the toes of my socks began to curl up like the shoes of the wicked witch in the west, the tops were still wet. I am now the proud owner of a drying rack and I have clothes hanging all over the apartment.

Of course in the grand scheme of things this is not a critical problem, it is mostly an annoyance, probably exacerbated by the fact that I am not used to going to laundromats, but even little things can make or break a day. Start with the small problems and work up to the big ones.

Life is too short to spend it moaning about what is wrong, especially when I can do something about it.