Sometimes, you get the sneaking suspicion that certain things in life are far more complicated for you than they are for anyone else. And yet you have no way of being sure, because they’re the sort of mundane things that you never hear anyone discussing at great length.
Like changing the bed sheets, for example.
I suspect this isn’t the common experience, but it’s the only frame of reference that I have, because it’s my experience. Every. Single. Time.