I wrote last year about how I want to share my support of others when they've had a big crap in the loo just before I go in there. It's not a thing of shame at all, it's something we can find solidarity around.
Last night in midtown Manhattan, I was at a restaurant. I was waiting for a minute to get into the single stall bathroom. The person before me came out, made eye contact with me, which is rare, and then gave a little performative "I'm sorry about that" shrug, all wordlessly. I'd never experienced that before.
I wanted to say it wasn't necessary - first off, the seat was down (this was a men's room, so I don't know the person before me took a dump, but the odds are good) and it barely smelled of shit. So even if I felt vengeful for being subjected to the shit-smell of another, nothing to worry about there. But I don't, and I hope that person never feels the need to give that shrug to anyone ever again. Poop it out and do it proud, I say. Stink up the joint... for me!!!
Tuesday, September 19, 2017
Sometimes I regret the incredibly brief periods of time I get to spend my with poop before I flush it away. For the record, I look back, and the other day, I was looking back, saw the few discrete turds I'd produced, and wondered about them. What their journey to becoming those turds was like, what their aspirations were. And I just covered them up with TP and flushed them. Cold. Maybe some day I'll have my life better set up to know each shit a little better.