My Neighbors Underwear

I know what all of my neighbors underwear looks like.

Yes, all my neighbors and all of their delicates.

Why?

Because no one in Europe (myself included) seems to own a dryer.

I am not sure why this is but it is.

(It should also be noted that a washing machine here takes a solid hour or more to wash ONE LOAD. When I mentioned this to a friend she was like “yeah, I was baffled by how fast American washing machines go. Those clothes cannot be clean.”)

I think it’s pretty great though, the lack of fucks people here give our letting their undies fly.

It is a great reminder that each of us grows up in cultural norms.

Just because those things seemed normal to us, doesn’t make that normalcy right or even normal.

It is just the reality we were steeped in.

Consider the same goes for most things in life.

We were taught that money is the root of all evil, you must starve yourself to lose weight, work hard at a job you hate to retire and be bored then die, and a whole lot of other things.

It doesn’t mean they are right just because you learned them.

And just as I have learned to let my thongs fly proudly in the wind on my back porch, you too can choose to open up to whatever the fuck it is you want for you life.

Expose yourself to people NOT LIKE YOU.

Go to places that make you uncomfortable.

There is nothing like travel or new situations to rip your reality wide open and great a big enough gap for you to climb out the other side to a whole new reality.