How many clothes could I possibly fold in one evening? The answer: way too much. I am under so much cotton at the current moment, I don't know if I can dig myself out. I don't know why I let it pile up on me at times...I never enjoy the result.
Why do we do things that we know we result badly? Eating something so rich and greasy, ending in a bellyache. The comparisons are endless. Maybe we think that somehow the result will not be the same as it always is. Or, that we can somehow handle the result in a better way. No matter what, all I know is that all these clothes....could have soaked up the rain we got today.