Recovery is such a strange experience... it makes you think about things way out of the realms that even under the influence, most people would never think about. Take for instance, just a few moments ago. I got out of work and I went out to get coffee and discuss my life with a fellow friend. And so I come home, and because of the caffeine, I have to pee. So, I go into my bathroom, sit down on the toilet, and relieve my bladder. And mid-stream, I began to think. Going to the bathroom in my old life was such a different experience. Because rarely would I ever enter the bathroom with pure intentions of just relieving my excretory system. I mean, that would usually happen during the process; but going to the bathroom was like a ritual. I had my using supplies stashed among my toiletries and personal items, and upon entering the bathroom I would always lock the door. Now, I’m not a very shameful person. I will pee with the stall door open in a public bathroom. Call it laziness; call it a lack of humility. I just call it being comfortable with myself. But anyway, while sitting on my toilet before, I realized that rarely do I ever lock doors. Because I have nothing to hide anymore! Sure, maybe someone might walk in while I am peeing or excreting, but the worst that will happen is that we will share an awkward moment- perhaps even a stifled giggle, and then forget about it later. The reason behind all the locked doors was not that of a desire for privacy, but needing to hide the things I was doing. Because even if someone walked in on me in the bathroom, I would not have a tourniquet around my arm and be poking around my veins with a needle. So when all was said and done, I briefly considered taking all of the locks out of my doors, because no longer do I need to hide. My family, however... I don't know how they would feel about that. Just because you change, and can pee with the door open, doesn't necessarily mean your family can, too.
Just food for thought...
Thursday, March 5, 2009
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omg! I so get that. I still walk into public bathroom stalls and think "wow, this would have been a great place to do the deed...so roomy, door all the way to the floor...whatever."...and its been alot of years! I guess the monkey is off my back but the circus never leaves town.
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