When I was looking to furnish my apartment I had one requirement: Microfiber Couches. People looked at me like I was crazy for being so adamant about the material. Some thought that price range or quality should have been at the top of the list, but I knew not to neglect the “New Suede.” Three years and numerous beer and pasta sauce stains later, the couch still looks brand new. I never have to worry about the occasional spill when people are over. It’s nothing a little bit of water, a wet rag and Febreeze won’t cure. This got me to thinking. What if I could apply the Microfiber technique to every aspect of my life?
Imagine if you could take the same no worries, I can clean it up approach to missing a credit card payment, running late for work, or mailing your rent check on the 15th when it was due on the first? Sure everyone else is looking at you like your crazy for having a nonchalant attitude regarding these incidents, but you know that by tomorrow there will be no visual recollection of the mishap. Call me a dreamer, but I wish I could live a life of microfiber.
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