I keep deciding where I belong while folding laundry
This is a story for anyone who, halfway through folding laundry, piles their whole future onto one piece of clothing.
Scenes
- I keep deciding where I belong while folding laundry — My hands keep stopping as I fold the laundry. Even choosing one shirt seems to carry the question of whether I'll stay this course or go another way.
- A simple task becomes something bigger — I only need to choose what to wear over the next few days, but every piece of clothing in my hands makes me see the person I'll become. Even folding laundry turns into a major decision.
- I fold the gray T-shirt, then unfold it — I fold the gray T-shirt neatly, then unfold it again. Beside it, the shirts I haven't folded yet are still waiting.
- I stake my future on a small choice — When I reach a crossroads, I try to make an irreversible decision first. Then even the choice I need to make right now feels heavy.
- Choose only what to wear over the next few days — Today, try setting aside only what you'll wear over the next few days. It's okay to leave the rest on hold instead of reaching a conclusion.
- Clothes on hold are still part of today's choice — Even with clothes left undecided, my hands can start moving again. What did you most want to put on hold today?
Stories by Haewol
- Haewol
- Even after the funeral, I’m still unsure whether to leave the group or stay.
- Sitting in the parked car, I try not to call Mom first.
- In the hospital waiting room, she imagines welcoming new customers.
- Even while shopping, I can't bring myself to say it.
- By the rainy window, I’m unsure whether we should manage our money together.
- Even while folding laundry, I weigh whether to go into business with someone or go it alone.
- When I’m alone in my room, I wonder if it’s okay to rest today.
- I spent the whole afternoon staring at the guarantee form.