Fortitude and fortunes, cookies, muffins, and a congenial etc.
Point 50. Into the garbled mess of the portable toilet I go. It was turned upside-down and the shit ran everywhere, of course, and of course we say "shit" instead of a softer euphemism because we're post-modern these days, and you can't get into the club without one or two vulgar citations, "fuck" and "fuck harder." We've deconstructed our deconstructs, which just means that we only had a pile of rubble before, building materials (boards, planks, nails, fiberglass) and broken windows. So we kick this pile of rubble called "ex-certainty" that we sit and stare at, but it loses the strong flavor now that people are comfortable with it and gave it a label: "construction rubble." They know what it is and this bothers us, the post-modern toddlers, so we kick the rubble around and look back to see if the label still holds. But this isn't the point...
So I step into this portable toilet that has once been upsided, and it smells like feces everywhere. Hell, it smells that way because there is feces everywhere, and one of the two thoughts in my head is "Don't touch anything - except your penis, which is clean." The other thought is: holy shit, I have to pee. Luckily for my urinary tract my sense of smell is the weakest of all my senses. If I were Superman this might be a small concession, but I'm not and my eyes are pretty bad, so I really have trouble smelling sometimes. Of course, it's a bathroom covered in shit, so there's really no way to get around the odor completely. But it is dimmed, and at least my penis is clean. I'm actually more worried about possible air-bourne-floating fecal matter, which, let's face it, can't be all that sanitary. And fuck me, one usually feels that the piss doesn't last long enough. Usually it's over all too soon. But today I'm thinking, "Does it normally take me ten minutes to urinate?"
It's hard to be philosophical in certain conditions.
So I step into this portable toilet that has once been upsided, and it smells like feces everywhere. Hell, it smells that way because there is feces everywhere, and one of the two thoughts in my head is "Don't touch anything - except your penis, which is clean." The other thought is: holy shit, I have to pee. Luckily for my urinary tract my sense of smell is the weakest of all my senses. If I were Superman this might be a small concession, but I'm not and my eyes are pretty bad, so I really have trouble smelling sometimes. Of course, it's a bathroom covered in shit, so there's really no way to get around the odor completely. But it is dimmed, and at least my penis is clean. I'm actually more worried about possible air-bourne-floating fecal matter, which, let's face it, can't be all that sanitary. And fuck me, one usually feels that the piss doesn't last long enough. Usually it's over all too soon. But today I'm thinking, "Does it normally take me ten minutes to urinate?"
It's hard to be philosophical in certain conditions.