Sometimes I fall in love with the smell of my own poop. Right now is one of those times.
I'm pooping less of late, sometimes even just once a day. And when I do the big poop, in the morning, I think to myself, wow, how fragrant, how refreshing!
I know it's dangerous to think your poop smells like roses, and I don't think it's floral or anything like that. No roses here. It's just distinct and comforting, this poop. It smells like a kind of home. I like this phenomenon.
Listen, you're an adult and I respect you, so I'm going to level with you.
They can't all be poops.
I wish it weren't true, but we don't live in that edenic world where it's just poops all day long. We're not there... yet.
Joni was right, you don't know what you've got til it's (temporarily in this case) gone.
Spending two days pooping not at my own home is tough! Bad poops! I don't care for it. The angles for wiping were weird, the TP was not my preference, the angle for feet/knees was suboptimal.
This is no one's fault, but gosh what a pleasure to be able to customize your toilet set up to your own body! Awfully glad to be home and dumping right.
I had a dream last night just before I woke up at 7:45am. This dream ended with me going into a bathroom stall and being about to dump. I woke up and had to do a gassy quasi-dump tout de suite.
I've had a few similar dreams recently where in the dream I really had to pee or shit. When I was a kid, there was lots of talk about "if you pee in a dream then you piss the bed in real life", and the same for poop. I have no idea if this is true or not, but it is interesting that I'm putting the idea to the test in my 40s. So far, I have not excreted whilst dreaming, and hopefully it stays that way, but I'll let you know if it changes.
I think it would be really satisfying to shit out mucus. Seems like sensually, physically, that would feel really nice. What the mucus would be doing there, that's another story, but come on, it would be cool, right?
You know that Phish song "Silent in the Morning"? It's not about me. I don't fart that much these days, but in the 30 min after I wake up (and before I do usually my largest dump of the day), I tend to let out some healthy farts. Not sure who that song is about, maybe Page is an SBD in the AM kind of guy or something.
My morning routine has changed in the last month. Instead of being able to bide my time with eating, bathing, and dumping, I am now in a cycle where I rise, then eat, and then... wait. My partner is usually in the shower when the need to dump first hits me. I will usually go through a cycle or two of dump pangs (aka dangs) before I can actually get in there (ah, the pleasures of the single bathroom household with more than one resident!).
But boy, when I do finally get in there, and it all comes out in a rush, what a joy. I can report I am feeling really alive from these big, cathartic morning dumps. It would be less edgy if I could do them when I first need to, but there's a certain excitement to the building of the suspense, you know?
