PSA #768: I HATE Washing Dishes

I don't know how many other people feel the way I do, but this is my blog, and on the glorious Internets I can write damn near whatever I want on my blog. So this is the topic I choose. I'm gonna spell this out for mankind so that they understand how my brand of womankind feels about the mundane task that is washing dishes. If I had a dishwasher, there wouldn't even be this need, but I don't and I also don't often have good water pressure...so if you end up in this situation with me or another like me...this is how it is...

Let's think of the task like your erection.

Got your attention? Good!

Now, just about how you can achieve an erection at the slightest thought, image, striptease, or whatever else makes you happy, dishes can appear in the sink without much notice. I haven't heard ANY males say that having an erection was fun; the ejaculatory period that may result is the fun part, but not the actual burdensome wood. It can come at really bad times, but you know that by intervention by you or another party, it will depart.

Now, imagine that you've gotten some intervention going...it doesn't really matter what stage you are in of said intervention, you don't want the intervention to end until the job is done. You've gotten worked up and you wont be satisfied until you've reached your planned end result. When its all over, you are happy. Even happier if you weren't the one administering the intervention, but happy nonetheless.

Back to my dish washing parallel. So the dishes are in the sink, and I don't wanna wash them, but they need to get washed. So I start the task. I've probably touched something soggy and disgusting, and would like to get the task over with. Once I've started however, is not the most opportune time for another party to come and take over.

I know this fact doesn't exactly parallel in my comparison, but for this arguments sake, we'll assume that personal erection intervention is usually a private matter that one does not want others to find out about, much less join in on.

SO, once I've touched dirty, wet, nasty, sogginess I'd like to finish the job, if for nothing else so I might feel clean again, and like I accomplished something. I've gotten to the task and want to go ahead and finish it, especially if I need something clean so I can use it to cook with again. When its over, I am (actually) (somewhat) happy that the task is done. I'd be even happier if I wasn't the one who had to perform the task, but happy nonetheless.

Does this help mankind further understand my brand of womankind? Put simply, wash the damn dishes BEFORE I start or leave me the hell alone while I'm in the middle of washing them.

End PSA.