Speaking of sloppy men, I still have a say.
My college classmate m is the boss of our dormitory. He is black and fat, and his voice is very high. When I see him, I can think of King Kong. When he first entered school, when he appeared in the classroom unkempt every morning, we knew that he had not washed. Later, this situation lasted for more than a month, and everyone was not surprised. After four years in college, what impressed M most was that he smelled it before he saw it. His quilt is always tangled with a pile of dirty clothes, and half a bed is always piled with a pile of tattered books. The school logistics department washes the sheets and quilts for students once a month for free, but M never bothered to change them because he felt it was completely unnecessary. Every night when he came back from outside, he kicked off his shoes happily, wrapped his clothes in a smelly quilt, and soon snored like thunder. We have been classmates for four years and seldom see M taking a bath. According to his opposite brother, he usually doesn't wear underwear and socks, so we seldom see M change these things. He does have a washbasin, and there are a bunch of smelly shoes under the bed. There are towels that can't see their true colors all the year round, toothpaste and toothbrush covered with dust, and half a piece of black soap. It doesn't matter that such people suffer from their uncleanness. The point is that the whole dormitory suffers with him. That smell, literally, is simply a stinky tofu series.
Speaking of which, my classmate M is the best in the world. After all, it was not easy to meet such a roommate in the last university. After taking part in the work, my colleague L, who is a low-key and untidy person. L Because my skin is white and clean, I look very gentle, and I usually wear it neatly. I change my clothes every once in a while. Seems to be a standard socialist good youth. Once he was very ill, the director of the office and I stopped by to see him. As a result, there was a sour smell as soon as I entered the room. If he hadn't hummed twice behind the clothes mountain, I would have thought I had accidentally broken into the garbage dump. There is a layer of dust everywhere in the room. Instant noodle soup and socks that have been thrown away for several days are scattered in the corner. Black stains accumulated over the years are pasted on the white floor tiles, and bags of garbage are piled around the bedside table. At that moment, I felt that my world view was about to be refreshed. Lying in a pile of clothes, l always said politely, let's sit down. Where the hell can I sit? There is not even wasted space in the house. On the way back to the company, the director of the office told me a joke with a serious face: once upon a time, there was a fairy who changed clothes every day, but only washed them once a year. Later, this joke was once popular everywhere in our company.
Of course, in addition to these two best, the sloppy man in life also has his own wonderful work.
Some people like to put socks and underwear under the pillow, because it can make a sweet dream.
Some people's leather shoes can be worn from the morning of New Year's Day to the evening of New Year's Eve. Why is he so partial to leather shoes? Because you don't have to wash it.
Some people like to wear white socks, but the part covered inside the shoes and the ankles are always two colors.
There is a layer of white powder floating on someone's shoulders all the year round, which is the snow squeezed out by thinkers when they brainstorm.
Someone has been wearing a down jacket for three winters. It is said that striking matches on cuffs can keep you warm at any time.
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Congratulations, you have a giant baby to feed before giving birth. You will urge him to change his underwear and coat every day, and force him to wash his face and brush his teeth every night. The first time or two I can listen to you is to give you face. After a long time, if you push him again, he will scold her. Then you have to swallow your pride and sleep in the same bed with a pile of rotten meat every day. To make matters worse, there is a fucking prejudice in this society: they seldom laugh at a sloppy man, but instead laugh at his woman for not being diligent and virtuous enough to tidy up his man neatly.
Also, all sloppy men are mostly because of one word: lazy. He can play mahjong and games one night a day, but he would rather not take a bath for ten minutes. So don't expect him to wash dishes and mop the floor for you. He can't even clean his own body. How can he be willing to clean places outside your body for you? In the next few decades of marriage, in addition to going to work, having children, cooking and doing housework, you have to wash this man's rotten underwear and socks from time to time, clean his ashtray, pick up garbage all the way behind his ass, endure the stench in his mouth and splash at him, and watch him pick his nose and feet in front of the children ... My God, I think this is endless despair.
This is not over. Most importantly, a sloppy man is likely to be a man who has failed in his career. Because people who can't manage their own lives well, how can they do other things well If a man refuses to wash his face, he will certainly refuse to tidy his desk, and he will certainly not arrange his work in order. And people who make a mess of their work will definitely not be looked upon. The best M classmate I mentioned earlier, do you imagine him as a Frankenstein, who graduated from college with various patents, then joined the top 500 after graduation and then stepped onto the peak of his life? The actual situation is that he failed the course continuously because of his poor study, didn't get the degree certificate, didn't take part in the thesis defense, barely got the diploma, and then disappeared completely. Similarly, Mr. L is also notoriously unpopular, procrastinating, sloppy and selfish at work. After working in the unit for five or six years, there is no improvement. The leader mentioned him privately and always wanted him to leave every minute.
Therefore, a man worthy of being entrusted for life, or a man worthy of being reused by his boss, must first be a clean man. Except for a few eccentric big coffees, you can count the successful men around you, or the men who are considerate of their families. Which one doesn't take care of himself first?
You are welcome to tell me, what is the dirtiest man you have ever seen? )