If you’ve ever dated a girl long enough, you know that you will eventually inherit some laundry duties. And that entails learning how to fold her delicates (thongs/g-string’s aside, because there’s nothing to fold there!) because it indeed can be an art depending on how unlucky you are (translation: how picky she is). It isn’t like folding pants or boxer briefs, which have nice easy right angles to fold along. Fold in half, fold in half again, and boom, you’re done folding my boxers. You would think the same principles apply, but the only science about it is that you do it the way she wants it.
If you’ve ever dated two girls long enough, you will also realize that everything you learned from your ex about folding delicates was wrong.
“But look how neat it is folding [your underwear] this way. It’s a nice and stackable rectangle,” I’d say.
“That’s not how I do it. I do it this way. Watch.”
And I’d watch, unlearn the old way, learn the new way, and occasionally fold the old way until enough time has passed that I don’t even remember what the old way was. And I say that because I intended to write about or even diagram the many ways of folding girl’s underwear (I’ve been through this three times now, and hopefully this is the last time because I’m now married), but I honestly don’t remember what the prior ways were. I am positively sure it was a different method though.
To some degree, it feels like these residual habits are all that’s left from a different period of my life. Some people just box up everything from their old relationship and throw it in a corner of the house while others will just throw it all out. I can see the arguments for both. Those that keep the box will think that the past is just part of who they are rather than yearning or feeling nostalgia for that particular person in their life. And the others just think it’s time to move on with something new.
While I’m effectively in the “throwing it out” camp by unlearning a habit, the beauty of habits is that you don’t have to make a conscious decision to either box it up and store it or throw it out. You do the former until you’re ready for the latter. And it all happens relatively naturally, unless you happen to start thinking about the art of folding delicates.