I recently won a Flip Video Recorder. How I got it has nothing to do with this post, but when I win something I always like to brag a little.
I told a friend about this and said that I hadn’t yet had time to read all the directions. She replied that whenever she gets some new techno-gadget she puts the manual in the bathroom, which led me to quite seriously inquire: “Just how much time to you spend in the bathroom?”
This got me thinking about all the people I’ve known over the years who take reading materials into the bathroom and lock themselves in there for what I consider an inappropriate amount of time -- something that has always perplexed me.
I’m a get-in-there-get-it-done-and-get-out-type. If I want to read, I’ll get comfy, pour myself a libation of some sort and settle in by the light of the sun or a good reading lamp. I truly fail to get the appeal of sitting on a hard porcelain seat, hunched over, elbows drilling into my thighs and reading for any length of time, but apparently there are those who like to linger.
What’s up with that? Do they honestly not know that they have business to do and they’re hanging out just to play it safe? Because I always know. It’s no big mystery. There’s a certain pressure, if you will, that frankly I learned to identify as a child.
I suppose for some it may be the only place they can find a few moments of uninterrupted peace away from the demands of others. Yet another reason why I’m single.
Lately, I’ve felt a different kind of pressure. I’m a big believer that if you sit at the keyboard long enough, something will materialize – that 90% of writing is just showing up.
As you can see by where I’ve gone so far with this post I’ve proven my premise. Yes, it’s crap and I’m not proud of it, but when a blockage occurs in the flow of ideas it’s a relief when anything emerges. Of course, then the proper thing to do is to flush it. However, like a three-year-old excited to show they made poo, I just had to share.
You may resume your day now.