Pointless

Have you ever caught yourself doing something you know is just utterly pointless? Something you realise has absolutely no reason at all? And despite being armed with this knowledge you continue to do it anyway, for an unknown purpose; even when instead of doing the utterly pointless you know you could be spending your time doing something constructive. 

I do, in fact I just have. 

Ironing underwear - why? It is something I always have done and continue to do despite knowing better. I have just wasted however many minutes doing it and to compound the matter I am now wasting a further however many minutes writing to you to tell you about it. Why?

It escapes me, completely. It doesn't need it, it doesn't really make it look any better; and if it did few people would notice the fact, because it's for the most part, hidden. Well, barring the younger generation who wear the jeans that slip down to the thighs and show off whatever underwear they're sporting. Some nice sights admittedly for a guy like me, but now I'm heading further off subject - reel me back in.

And once you're wearing it, using it for its intended purpose, it soon gets spoiled, doesn't it?

You know, I have never took off a guys trousers................. It sounds better if I don't finish the sentence.

Okay, I'll carry on.

You know, I have never took off a guys trousers and said the following, "Sorry love, I can't go through with this, I'll have to go now, looks to me like you've not even ironed your underwear." That sentence just does not exist, who cares? It's pointless.