I love paper towels.

I am sort of a germ phob.  Saliva freaks me out, as well as even brushing up against people I don’t really know in crowds.  Now, there are good days and bad days with that.  Sometimes I find it excruciatingly hard to be within 2 feet of someone, even my favorite people in the world, and other days I’m just fine sitting side by side.  To come to college and share an apartment with five other girls is a tad rough on me psychologically, for obvious reasons.  Some girls just don’t know how to deal with their own hair.  They let it flow down the drain in the shower.  Now, that’s all fine and dandy except for the fact that our drainage at Heritage is very poor.  The shower fills like a tub.  We have two showers: the tub-shower has a huge showerhead that all my roommates love.  They say it’s like being in a rain forest.  I don’t really understand that.  Hopefully there are no animals or plants growing in there, at least yet, but I guess it could be considered a rain forest because it can’t drain so you step in and you’re already ankle deep in a river.  Now, I am a beast in comparison to my other roomies.  I’m only like 5’8’’ maaaaaybe 5’9’’, but my other roommates average 5’4’’.  The “rain forest” showerhead would smack me in the forehead, so I prefer the other shower.

The kitchen is a whole other story.  Girls eat so much.  The dishwasher is full all the time, so dishes just start to accumulate all over.  Then it turns into this big scary monster so no one even wants to go near it, we just set our dishes down as a sacrifice and run.  Talk about gross, our hand towels.  No one has decided to wash them yet, so they just kinda linger around the kitchen and they’re always wet.  I won’t even touch them any more because I’m afraid of where they’ve been. But I have found my solution, paper towels.  Yes, I may be killing trees, but at least paper towels are clean and keep me and my germ-phobic self happy.