We have become, quite literally, a nation of slobs. In our easy, "use-it-once-on-the-run" lifestyles, everything from doughnuts to underwear is packaged in a "to-go" or "one-use" manner. We eagerly consume, use and wear things dear to our hearts paying scant attention to the holder of these things--the packaging, which quite often is larger than the product. So as we run hither thither tearing open T-shirts and taco chips, popping open bottles and beers and thoughtlessly disposing of "disposables;" we blithely distribute detritus throughout the land.
On a recent road trip, I had the opportunity to visit our state-operated rest stops. Stopping to rest my eyes and relieve my bladder, I got the opportunity for a real "drop it" look at our litter-leaving way of life. The ladies bathrooms were appalling! Paper products, plastic products and other products littered the floors.
Occasionally, when or if I dare to "slip up" and become defensive, (which I avoid at all costs unless it is a life or death instance), and say something like: "Well, in order TO help others I have to first take care of ME", I am told that if I use all my power and all my energy to help others, then those acts of selflessness will AUTOMATICALLY, MAGICALLY, MYSTICALLY, etc., result in "The Secret" of me being EXPERTLY, AUTHENTICALLY, EXISTENTIALLY taken care of!
Having given public bathroom engineering some thought, I realize that toilet-technology people have now redesigned bathroom couture in an attempt to counteract our garbage-strewing proclivities. Toilets now flush automatically. This scared the hell out of me the first time it happened. "What the flush?" It is now clear that because women seem to not be able to manage the handle-tipping action required to actually "flush" a toilet, they have been designed to do it for you. And though I hate those hot-air hand drying thingies, they now make perfect trash-prevention sense as I hand-dry my clean fingers on the seat of my jeans.
Humor brings people together and makes for a more relaxed atmosphere. Everyone enjoys being entertained and laughing is very entertaining (and contagious). Developing a sense of humor can stave off depression by replacing negative feelings with pleasurable emotions. Humor seems to boost our energy level. When we laugh and have fun we are apt to engage in more activities.
I hardly can blame (who would listen anyway?) my parents for emotional abuse, I guess I deserved it, especially after I deliberately, according to my Mom, scratched her eye as an infant or toddler. I may have wanted to grasp the lovely blue color in her eye! Ever since that fateful day or night, or whenever that happened, my Mom was unable and/or unwilling to forgive me, and so the course was set for my life punishment: I was to be the absolute sacrifice to all for all.
As I have pondered the slobby-bathroom issue a bit more, another very interesting idea has made its way to my consciousness. There actually is a totally-free, no-conditions nor added-expense mode of butt-reduction and belly-slimming exercise to be had here. If we all made it a point to bend (or squat) down and pick up some of this junk we would be getting a physical workout along with some good muscle-strengthening stretches.
On a recent road trip, I had the opportunity to visit our state-operated rest stops. Stopping to rest my eyes and relieve my bladder, I got the opportunity for a real "drop it" look at our litter-leaving way of life. The ladies bathrooms were appalling! Paper products, plastic products and other products littered the floors.
Occasionally, when or if I dare to "slip up" and become defensive, (which I avoid at all costs unless it is a life or death instance), and say something like: "Well, in order TO help others I have to first take care of ME", I am told that if I use all my power and all my energy to help others, then those acts of selflessness will AUTOMATICALLY, MAGICALLY, MYSTICALLY, etc., result in "The Secret" of me being EXPERTLY, AUTHENTICALLY, EXISTENTIALLY taken care of!
Having given public bathroom engineering some thought, I realize that toilet-technology people have now redesigned bathroom couture in an attempt to counteract our garbage-strewing proclivities. Toilets now flush automatically. This scared the hell out of me the first time it happened. "What the flush?" It is now clear that because women seem to not be able to manage the handle-tipping action required to actually "flush" a toilet, they have been designed to do it for you. And though I hate those hot-air hand drying thingies, they now make perfect trash-prevention sense as I hand-dry my clean fingers on the seat of my jeans.
Humor brings people together and makes for a more relaxed atmosphere. Everyone enjoys being entertained and laughing is very entertaining (and contagious). Developing a sense of humor can stave off depression by replacing negative feelings with pleasurable emotions. Humor seems to boost our energy level. When we laugh and have fun we are apt to engage in more activities.
I hardly can blame (who would listen anyway?) my parents for emotional abuse, I guess I deserved it, especially after I deliberately, according to my Mom, scratched her eye as an infant or toddler. I may have wanted to grasp the lovely blue color in her eye! Ever since that fateful day or night, or whenever that happened, my Mom was unable and/or unwilling to forgive me, and so the course was set for my life punishment: I was to be the absolute sacrifice to all for all.
As I have pondered the slobby-bathroom issue a bit more, another very interesting idea has made its way to my consciousness. There actually is a totally-free, no-conditions nor added-expense mode of butt-reduction and belly-slimming exercise to be had here. If we all made it a point to bend (or squat) down and pick up some of this junk we would be getting a physical workout along with some good muscle-strengthening stretches.
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