I have to write immediately because it just happened. Two things I question in the men’s restroom habits just happened one after the other. Someone came into the restroom and washed his hands. When he was done, he walked over to the urinal. This is just the first thing I have questioned in the past. Why would you wash your hands before peeing? If your hands have grease on them, I could see why you would do this, but I have seen people wash their hands before and not after they’re done doing their thing. Next, he undid his belt before he started urinating. I found out from my wife that her nephews did not know what the hole in their underwear was for when they were kids. This was a grown man who either didn’t have a hole in his underwear or didn’t know how to use said hole. If I didn’t worry about offending him or (worse) pissing him off by asking him why he does what he does, I would have asked him. I would have waited until he came out of the restroom before I asked him in case you thought I was truly mental. I have many mental problems, but being inappropriate in a restroom is not one of them.
This brings up something I’ve often thought about. Being my Thoughts paper, this is the perfect place to bring it up. How we go to the restroom as adults is not something we learn from others except by what we can observe. We have habits we do because we’ve always done them that way. These are not things we learn from our parents, in school, or from our friends. After we are infants, we are on our own. We make up our own restroom routines. That we do weird things in restrooms shouldn’t bother me, but it does. Maybe they have more of an open relationship with restroom behaviors in other countries. If religion hadn’t already ruined our ability to talk about real things, perhaps we could tell little boys what the hole in their underwear is for.
When I go to places where many people are wearing masks, it’s always the unhealthy-looking people who aren’t wearing masks. Especially now that masks are required more, they have nasty looks on their faces. They just looked like they were waiting to confront anyone who asks about their masks. I wanted to tell them I didn’t mind them not wearing their masks, but at least the masks covered their grumpy faces. They’re just cranky because they’re being made to wear their masks when they don’t want to. I get it. I don’t want to be told what people’s beliefs are, but I’m confronted with them everywhere. It makes me want to flip off every cross I see, but I don’t because there are just too many crosses everywhere. This is where a mask is nice because I can just mouth nasty things to them when I see them. People can tell I’m smiling at them with my mask on, but they can’t read my lips.
I’m listening to Penn Jillette’s book Every Day is an Atheist Holiday. It’s funny and I agree with most of it philosophically. He’s one of the few atheists who agrees with me about evil being a religious word and, therefore, not a real thing. Evil just lets people get away with behaving badly without questioning the logic of their motives. It doesn’t explain their actions, but a lack of logical thinking does. Penn does many illogical things, but those things don’t hurt other people, mostly. His illogical behavior usually only harms himself. He wrote the book before he went on a similar diet that helped me lose weight. He’s healthier and less aggressive than he was. I have a hard time listening to aggressive people because I just want to tell them to calm down. It usually gets them more aggressive when I do this, though. Penn never gets too aggressive.
I’ve always been a calm person. It may have been my autism, just being shy, not eating sugar, or being a control freak. I’ve only been out of control drunk once. Luckily, it was at home with Patti. She has gotten angry at me several times for being too calm. I have struggled for years to get her to put things away logically. When we go shopping together, she waits until she is at the register to look for her credit card. She takes a while because she just throws her cards back in her wallet. She has to sort through every single card every time. I told her the last time she did it she needed to organize her cards. At the very least, she should look in her wallet before we get to the register. I expect nothing different to happen the next time we go shopping. As frustrated as I am, I’m always calm when she does it. We are who we are and that’s all that we are. Popeye!
My night is about over (at work, at least). I would like to say something profound that will sum up everything I talked about today. It should mention a little bit of all the previous paragraphs into a bite sized chunk of profundity. When I typed profundity, my phone suggested profanity. I think this sums up the day pretty well. Keep on keeping on!
Thoughts from Life 
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