You know, I don’t know what it is, but I actually love washing dishes. Well, I suppose “love” is a bit of a strong word, but I really do not mind the task. I don’t mind washing others’ dishes as well as my own; I don’t even mind it when there’s a huge pile and it takes me twenty minutes.
I always put off washing dishes as long as possible, unless I’m at my mom’s place because she gets mad if dishes aren’t washed almost immediately after use, and yet when there are heaps of dishes to wash and we’re all out of plates, I don’t mind washing them in the slightest.
Maybe it’s the hot water running over my hands, or how I can stand there and let my mind wander while I wash. I just spent probably about ten minutes washing dishes, and in that time I thought about ideas for future blog posts, what I would do at the gym tomorrow morning, when I would have to wake up for said workout, and what I might like to pack for lunch tomorrow. I considered the possibility of washing dishes as I used them and thought about why I think it is I wash dishes more often than my roommate (I decided it’s because I go to bed earlier than her and she would probably want to wash them before bed).
Basically, I got a lot of thinking done. I also seem to have gotten “Mickey” (a song possibly better known as “Hey Mickey”) stuck in my head, although I’m pretty sure I was humming Mario music while washing. I spent the last couple hours beforehand playing New Super Mario Bros. on my Nintendo DS, you see.
I just wanted to put that out there. It’s important for the world to know that I like washing dishes. I mean, a dishwasher would be nice, but look at me appreciating the good in something! 🙂