Thursday, January 12, 2006

from sand in the hourglass to mud on the basin

Why does it seem that I'm so reluctant to go into public restrooms to wash my hands? Could it be that there is a strong possibility they won't come out any cleaner, regardless of how dirty they currently are?

Why did God give us a part of ourselves that we find so repulsive and unmentionable? How does an Arby's in Fair Oaks have the same level of concern for my personal toiletic well-being as an all-night gas station in West Philadelphia?

1 comment:

Chandster said...

Deep thoughts. I was touched. Wait a tear? No. I don't like public bathrooms either. Especially now after seeing your picture of the dirty bathroom. Gross.