Oversharing

An Attack
“I’ve got it figured out. You know what I’ve been doing? I’ve still got a roll and a half of toilet paper left. You know how? It’s Friday already, and so we get a new roll for the week tomorrow, but I STILL have a roll and a half left; you know how I do it?

“What I’ve been doing is, once I’m done pooping, is, I bring a wash rag and some soap, right? So, once I’m all done, I hang my butt over the sink and let the water hit it, you know, to take care of whatever’s left. Any cling-ons. Then I soap up and swab out my crack real good. I mean real good, make sure that I get it all nice and clean. I bring my little mirror so I can check to see that I got everything. All shiny, pink, and pretty. Beautiful, man. I don’t hardly use any shit paper anymore, except mostly to, like, blow my nose, you know?

“You should totally try it, man. Change your life. I’m just sayin’.”

toilet paperMy Chagrin
I was accosted by the above information dump one morning by a buddy of mine. There was no preamble to it or context which he set it in. I didn’t ask, it wasn’t a topic we had previously discussed, and after unloading on me, he walked away and never once spoke of it again. Unfortunately, it isn’t an image that is so easily dispatched from memory. Though, I wish that it were.

The forced close quarters living of prison makes it impossible at times to have any kind of privacy, and it therefore becomes inevitable to know things about the guys around me. However, this wasn’t some knowledge that I’d happened upon accidentally. Instead, I was made to endure a detailed divulging of one man’s bathroom habits. There are simply some things that I never wanted to know and didn’t need to hear described as “shiny, pink, and pretty.”

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