Alright, so when I was a kid I remember my mom coming into my room and asking me why my clothes were all over the place, and why I didn’t use that basket thingy she got for the dirty clothes, and why I always needed batteries for my GameBoy, and to go outside and play, and.. well a bunch of other stuff, right? I guess its what mothers do. I could handle a lot of those questions, which I would just answer with a “just cuz, mom,” (yeah I was one of those kids), but one thing that made me use the dirty clothes’ basket thing, was that my mom would sort out what was clean and what wasn’t clean by sniffing it.
And MAN did it make me uncomfortable.
Dirty socks? *Sniff* yep, dirty.
Dirty shirt? *Sniff* hmm, smells okay.. *sniffs from the armpit area* nope. Dirty.
Dirty pants? *Sniff, from the crotch area* …
MOM! Please! Okay.
I guess that motivated me to also want to start doing my own laundry, to which every once in a while I still find myself tempted to sniff my armpit parts of the clothes to see if its dirty or not. Sometimes its just a check to see if I can wear it again without stinking up an elevator or scaring away my stranger bus seat partners. I mean, washing your clothes after a single wear seems like a waste of water, especially if all you did was put them on just to go to Safeway and take them off as soon as you come back home and put The Walking Dead back on Netflix and heat up your microwave pizza.
Maybe smell checking is normal.
What do you think?
My Mom threatens to wash everything that isn’t folded or hanging in the closet, and that means, the new cardgdan will look old in no time. So we clean up. and no sniffing.
Yeah, that is seriously a very smart plan. No sniffing.
I sniff. I agree that it is a waste of water and bad for the environment to wash things that don’t need it.
Snifffffff hahahahaha funny word
And yes! High five!
Meghna N says
Sniffing! Yes. But not always. It is usually when I forget if something that I want to wear is washed or not. I just sniff and if it smells of, well, detergent, I am good to go.
My OCPD helps me with this – clothes that need washing go into a pile of folded clothes. Otherwise, I hang them up in the wardrobe.