Two-Ply Toilet Paper

Mr. Whipple

 

I just got through writing a pretty little poem (if I do say so myself). And the very next thought I had was, “Two-Ply Toilet Paper”. Needless to say, I had to chuckle to myself at the thought. But I guess inspiration often works in mysterious ways. So as a write, in the loosest sense of the word, I often find inspiration in interesting places. In case you haven’t figured it out, I’m not very polished with my work. I mean I read other people’s work and think, Damn! Why can’t I write like that?

I was trained in the world of analytics. I started my work life wanting to be an architect and trained as a draftsmen. I worked in multi-color printing, then went through a 4 or 5 year phase of just existing. Then that turned into fatherhood and forced labor at whatever I could find. Until another 15 year phase of just existing, till the last 10 or so years where I tried to rebuild myself. Till I became this. The broken down wrecked hull of a man you see today.

But that’s okay, I’ve long accepted who I am. I shoot from the hip with my writing and try my damnest to Preach the Gospel of Mindfulness, without trying to be too preachy. Frankly, being all Loosey Goosey with my words keeps me authentic as I’ve been told. So the next time two-ply toilet paper ever comes up in a conversation. Think about the inspiration and shear insanity it took to come up with that title. For a story about overcoming a life of repeated restarts and ever present mental struggle. That through laughter and the knowledge that you live in the here and now, and not in yesterday or tomorrow.    

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