
Originally Posted by
Biciclista
re: 20 posts about TP, sometimes it's REALLY nice to NOT be dwelling on surgery, ICU, cancer, suffering. I like dear so and so because it ranges from the silly to the sad to the ironic to the giddy happiness that all of us experience. I have felt awful about this thread being way too much a how's Donald thread and I would prefer to dwell a little on the sensation of walking into a rest room expecting to find something really odd like mounds of TP.
We used to have a lady in our office who was way way way too much into makeup and scents. We'd go into the bathroom and see makeup sprinkled on the floor near the mirror and, of course ON the mirror. She left a vapor trail when she walked down the hall. We enjoyed endless conversations about her eccentricities and speculated for ages about what she did when she went to her next job... and sure she had emotional problems of a spectacular level, but there was not much we could do about that.
I am more than happy to provide a diversion for you, Mimi!
And, Oak, I have come really close to retrieving the unused rolls of TP from the trash. But I keep going back to the Seinfeld episode where George gets caught eating an eclair out of the trash.
Live with intention. Walk to the edge. Listen hard. Practice wellness. Play with abandon. Laugh. Choose with no regret. Continue to learn. Appreciate your friends. Do what you love. Live as if this is all there is.
--Mary Anne Radmacher