This towel. OMFG. THIS towel has been so cruel to me. It laughs at me, mocking me and my orderly compulsions.

First, let’s back up. Allow me to shed some light on the main difference between moi and The BF. Wait, I don’t need to shed any light — the light here is the towel and the shed is me about to go insane.

Except I caught myself today, prior to the pre-insanity. Higher Self was so f-ing proud.

See, I don’t handle things like this too well. For starters, it doesn’t make sense to me. I mean … WHY is there a towel on a DINING ROOM CHAIR? Obvs dining room chairs are not the place towels are meant to be hung up — for any reason.

I view these sorts of things as highly inefficient. If the towel was just originally put back where it belongs in the first place, then there’s no time wasted in then having to deal with it later.

This time when I felt the surge of annoyance mixed with heightened cray cray coming on, I took about nine deep breaths. I told Self to calm down. And then I did something I never do. I left the towel.

I looked at that towel and was all: towel your ass will not break me. To hell with you! Stay on that dining room chair for however long you damn well please.

Now is the time, People. The time to not be broken by dumb shit like towels. And more importantly, to not allow it to bother me. To deal with something {gasp} not in its place. To see the disorder and embrace it.

This towel ain’t going no where. It’s staying. At least through the weekend … wouldn’t want to push myself too far here. It will be my wonderful reminder of what’s important and of knowing when to let go of dumb shit.

Never would have suspected green towel to be such a great teacher. Just goes to show at any time, the teacher can and does show up.