The screen flashed 'Excellent.' My thumbs scouted the screen looking to match three similar-colored jewels. I was fixated on the game.
Just then I heard a loud belch over the shuffle of flip-flops. The light turns on. And there I sat, on a toilet in the stall of a bathroom at a campground deep in the heart of the Sierra Nevadas.
This would have never happened before I lost my sense of smell. I would not have lasted a minute sitting on the pot, unless it was some kind of an emergency. I definitely wouldn't have been able to put all my energy into some stupid android phone game, that's for sure.
I am now that dude, and will always be that dude, unless my sense of smell miraculously returns. It's pretty crazy to think that the fewer senses I have the more I am at ease and can get lost in the moment, even if that is on the shitter in a shitty campground restroom.
I guess even a turd has a silver lining :)
ReplyDeleteDano
This made me laugh loud. They say: "One thing is lost, another one turns up." True, in an ironic way!
ReplyDeleteYes, really nice blog. Talking about bowel movements has inspired me to paint today! And it makes me want to get my teeth cleaned in Melbourne.
ReplyDeleteMiss you Doe-arrhea.
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ReplyDeleteOh oops, didn't mean to delete that! What I said was 'a blog about bog, I love it!'.
ReplyDeleteI look forward to your posts Dorian.