Musings from the stinky clothes

It was a group trip, we are four people that planned a journey of 10 days visiting 4 cities in Europe. On the day of our way to Zurich from Milan, we need to catch a morning bus. We were about to leave the Airbnb when I realize that there was one t-shirt on the chair, which probably one of us forgot to put it inside their luggage. 

So I was like, “whose is it?” 

One of us answered, “Oh! that’s mine.” 

“Do you want to leave it here?” I asked

“Just put it into your backpack,” answered that person.

I was like, “What the? You’ve gotta be kidding me?” 

“Just put it inside,” that person said like there was nothing wrong with it.

I was thinking, ‘oh, it probably because they have locked the luggage.’

Then I put it inside my backpack and zipped it.

We went out to take the subway to the bus station. It took around 30 minutes of travel from the apartment to the station. When we arrived at the station, I realize I need to take something from my backpack, so I opened it. That was the first feeling that ‘something bad is going to happen’ started. I smelled something rotten coming from inside of my bag, but I couldn’t find anything wrong. 

While we were on the bus, I opened my backpack again to fetch another thing. Those rotten smell burst into my face like its been waiting for it. That was the time I realize it was coming from the T-shirt.

I complained about it to the T-shirt owner, but I got scolded. While trying to tell the person that it was smelly and made my backpack smell real bad. I got scolded again by saying, “if it smells, then you can throw it.” 

Stood there and confused, I was like, ‘did I miss something here, whose the one who wanted it to be kept here.’

Don’t want to argue more, I kept it on the left pocket of my backpack and brought it with me along the day.

Never do I like what I did.

Do you know what will happen if you bring you something smelly along with you for a day? It makes all things around it smelly, no matter how hard you tried to cover it. I finally decided to move it to the outer of my big backpack and cover it with the rain cover. 

The dirt probably didn’t dirt all things, but the fetid has taken its best passed it to everything, and everything started to smell real bad.

The Musings from A Stinky Clothes

I was then thinking about our life. How funny that this simple thing taught me about life. At first, we thought that our one negative attitude is just an attitude that doesn’t impact our lives. Then time passed, the negativity started to fill ourselves and take control whole of us. We’re trying to cover it here and there, but we found it was too late because everything starts to smell real bad. 

Our negativity probably doesn’t impact people around us, but the smell does. Sometimes it’s only needed the foul-smelling to make someone near us nauseous. It goes the same with life. Our horrible attitude or our contrary probably looks fine with us. We’re okay with what we say, or we’re fine with what we do. Though it gave side effects to other people around us.

Of course, with our tendency, we will say, ‘then mind your own business. Why you have to think about other people say and do?’ Because every person is different. And it takes empathy to make life better.