Today I’m gonna talk about my towel, because really, they don’t get much attention. In all fairness, I suppose they don’t really have much reason to hog the spotlight, as they generally have one simple objective: to dry something, usually me. But from today, I’ve learnt to not judge things so simply on face value.

You know, I’ve never had problems with towels, nor given them much thought. I step out of the shower, I grab one and I get dried. Simple. OR IS IT?!?!?!? o_O

This evening I had started a new towel because all the others were in the wash. It was a brown, fluffy new one, still with a hint of freshness, and just screaming “USE ME!!!! I’M FLUFFY AND WARM!!!!!” (uhuh, I own screaming towels, cool eh?). And so stepping out of the shower, I proceed to rub down as per usual and noticed one VERY UNUSUAL THING: The towel WASN’T really drying me. Yes, I was technically no longer covered with droplets of water but I still feel completely wet. WTF you say, yes, I felt the same. So I uncomfortably slipped into my clothes feeling rather soggy.

However, the scientific side of me prodded to see WTF is going on. I wetted my arm with water and wiped it with a dry corner of the towel. Once again, the visible droplets were gone, HOWEVER under closer inspection, all it did was just smear the droplets across my skin till it’s no longer much visible. So basically, I was just smearing the water all over myself when I “dried” with this “towel”.

I don’t know the chemistry or the physical properties concerning towels. It looks, feels and smells like normal towel material. I assumed the material is supposed to be soft, cottony, fluffy and most important, TAKE THE WATER OFF YOU so you’re DRY. This strange towel on the outside “took the water off”, yet left me wet. Never in my life had I come across a towel that does such a half-assed job. Never would I imagine I would one day own a half-assed towel.

I don’t know what to do with it. I want my own WORKING towel back. Perhaps tomorrow morning, I will stand forlornly next to the washing machine until my mum pities me and wash my old towel.