Friday, November 25, 2005
post the twenty-third
So there I was, sitting in front of a computer at the library, when a thought struck me.
"You need to go to the bathroom," the thought said.
Not one to disobey a thought such as that, I dutifully headed toward the bathroom. I walked inside, chose a stall, shut it carefully behind me, and stood there.
I was absolutely dumbfounded. I couldn't remember what to do next. I knew I needed to go to the bathroom, but I couldn't remember the steps involved in the process. I won't go into any graphic detail here, because no one wants to read about that, but all I could remember were generalities, such as sitting down and the removal of various articles of clothing.
I figured it out quickly enough, but the fact that I couldn't remember how to relieve myself was a bit disconcerting.
The image I've posted along with this entry really has nothing to do with the story; it's merely the sort of image I conjure up in my mind when I don't know what's going on. I picture confusion and bewilderment as a gray sort of feeling.