lilteapot

I sit. A bead of water gracefully drops from a leaking faucet. Five seconds pass. Another bead drops. The fan makes a whirring noise. So much is going on, yet it is strangely peaceful. Many people have special places in which they stay and think deeply about matters. Sir Isaac Newton was sitting under an apple tree when it struck his head and enabled him to fully understand the mystery that is the Earth’s gravity. However, my special place may seem quite unusual to some. It’s unhygienic. It’s a haven for germs and bacteria. The smell is rather unpleasant too. My special place is none other than the bathroom.

I often get rebuked for my thinking habits. One of the most common things people say to me when scolding me are “Do you have any idea how much you’re making the water bill skyrocket?” and “What do you do in there?” My answer to the latter question is usually a shrug of the shoulders, or “I had an upset stomach.” However, I never tell them the real reason. They must discover the wonders the bathroom can do for their minds on their own, just as I have.

The bathroom has long been a source of peace for me. Anyone can barge into my bedroom, but everyone respects your right to privacy in the bathroom. If I am outside the house and relieving me is an absolute necessity, I either use the stalls, or go into a secluded area where I can, or at least think I can go on with my business unnoticed. I see it as a perfect opportunity to get away from everything and everyone as it seems to be so detached not just the rest of the rooms in the house, but from the rest of the world. So, I take this chance while I am undisturbed and left alone, to do some deep thinking.

I have had my moments while sitting in the bathroom. Recently, I had a clogged toilet, and I have to say it was quite a terrible predicament. I was on the road going from Toronto straight to my home in Long Island. The trip on a good day with a reasonable amount of traffic would take about 7 hours. I decided not to use the toilet before departing my uncle’s house; alas, that would later spell DISASTER, in all capital letters, size 42 font. Sure enough, 3 hours into the ride home my stomach started to twist and turn like vines around a tree in the middle of the forest. In addition, the traffic decided to take advantage of my situation and have a nice laugh as it delayed our arrival home by about 4 hours.

Aside from that, there are numerous other instances where the bathroom has stimulated my thinking ability. Times where I would lose valuables, look for them for hours on end, and then remember where they were while inside the bathroom. Times where I would remember the method to solving a math problem


i dont know, it comes off pretty cheesy and i dont know if i should include a story in there.