Towels: My personal war

Towels and Milk are evil

I'm not crazy, it's true

Don't let the colours fool you.

I fucking hate towels.

They're not the only focus to my fabric based rage, but they are the prime suspect, and my most commonly met foe.

I literally cannot touch a towel (plus some other well known fabrics) if my hands are dry. It goes through me, nails on a chalk board style. I've never been able to figure out why but I've learnt to work around it E.g. always having a tap running whilst drying off after a bath/shower. Time consuming and somewhat counter-intuitive but shit happens.

As far as I'm concerned they're the devils work.

This is one of the many curiosities that make me who i am, along with some rather obsessive traits, and a passion for baths so intensely hot that i tend to have to lie down when i get out (on occasions nearly feint).

The award for weirdest personal trait however, goes to the milk thing.

Oh my god the milk thing.

Sneaky white evil

So the deal with milk? it's all down to timing.

Milk has to be fresh, very fresh. If milk's open for more than 4 hours i won't drink it. It's off in my books. Off and wrong.

Obviously this causes problems, having to constantly buy new milk obviously. As well keeping track of when it gets opened, if i don't know then every milk bottle has to go through a rigorous testing progress.

I am uniquely weird. I love it.

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