The title explains this article almost to its entirety except for the delight part. This is as much trivial as it is controversial. Okay, you’re flowing quite heavily, you run to the closest facility to change, rushing because you have to get back to your Trivia Crack. It becomes urgently necessary to rush because susierules96 is beating you four to two as she just captured your entertainment crown.
So what do you do? It’s safe to assume that you discard this “absorbent.” I am also assuming whoever is reading this has the basic feminine product knowledge to get the reasoning behind the quotations. After your “responsible” disposal you also forgot to flush the toilet. I am sorry for the all the quotations; I don’t like them either but for this observation they are necessary. When the absorbent was placed carefully where everyone could see it, was it wrapped nicely in some other cotton toiletries to conceal its identity or rolled in coil fashion allowing the adhesive to stick also hiding the true form? There are not many things worse than transferring trash from one can to another, as we are trying to practice responsible greenship, and something doesn’t quite make it in the bag to be thrown out, or a piece is stuck to the bag so it may be reused.
In a hurry, we want to tidy the rest of the garbage and we use our hand… Luckily, we are holding a container that will hold some liquids and maybe we are by a toilet. After putting this into perspective, leaving the toilet seat up is about as dangerous as purrs from an angel brigade of kittens giving out complimentary Eskimo kisses-sign me up.
I am not insensitive; I do compromise. I grew up with a grandma who enjoyed her day when I listened. This included putting the toilet seat down and even flushing once I conducted my business. Maybe tidiness is a lost art. I don’t know much, but I do know, to the women that were kind enough to read this, we love you and couldn’t do this life thing without you.
Thanks for reading “Let’s Ty One On.” Keep coming back and read as I attempt to develop a relationship with a complete stranger. All seriousness, everyone have a jamming day.
I try to pull back carefully the edges of the cartoon character staring back at me, and only half peels off!!! Then, I try to use what little finger nail I do have to remove the rest. Ugh… I am left with a bigger blemish. It was bad enough some pink pony was on my laptop; now a blemish, of the sticky residue with dirt and germs, is all that is left.
Since my recent health kick, I am now enjoying fruit after my 10 minute battle of removing the sticker off of each piece every morning. I know a simple remedy-grab a knife and cut the little section off, no big deal. It is a problem. It is a piece of fruit. It is already hard enough to convince myself to keep eating them. I don’t need any additional reason to justify why I shouldn’t.
Stickers are about as pointless as this blog. Lisa Frank can kiss off.
Thanks for reading “Let’s Ty One On.” Keep coming back and read as I attempt to have an epiphany. All seriousness, everyone have an awesome day.
THROUGH the excursions of my life, a few strangers will be become friends and a few friends will become strangers. Independence is important not only to me but everyone else that is still crawling learning to walk. This, that or the other can bring me down. I can only disrupt the balance of the natural order if I play the drums off beat. Hitting the snare instead of the tom is sometimes necessary in my life. In a world either broken or moving in the direction it is intended to, I do what I can to have my self-loathed individualistic existence remain authentically mine. A bully isn’t just a kid at school that takes my money and cuts my self-esteem a little deeper; it can be a co-worker that is 29 years old sabotaging my uniqueness to cover his insecurities. A bully can be a government that has no clue what they are doing claiming pure intentions, but the underlying cause is to divide and conquer not a country but the human mind, body, and soul. As each day passes the feeling grows stronger that they are designing it to be us vs. them, but at this point, who can be too sure? I am a creature of habit, spend enough time with me and you will be able to define me in a few words. It is remarkably naïve to believe that these elected officials truly care about a majority of us when they lie and bully each other but enforce the majority of us to do “right.” I cannot change the world; I cannot change them, but I can remain to grow, change, learn and be me. A majority of us respond to leading by example. In a world either broken or moving in the direction it is intended to, I must define my legacy, do my best not to make a decision that will cause a path of destruction and know we are all still learning to crawl. If it were any different everyone, we would WALK hand in hand. Since a peaceful world is an as much fiction as the stories I create I will continue writing, growing and being the worst drum player ever; learning as I go along. Revolution Be You marches on!!!