WAG - Another Mile-Marker Passed
Today I took another step toward independence, and in turn, got closer to becoming a man.
It’s weird that even though I’m legally considered an adult, there is a transition period that people go through in their twenties where they go from child to man-child to (hopefully) man.
Some never make it past the second step. Some won’t even make it past the first.
Nevertheless, despite the odds and the sobering fact that with each step I take I become more responsible (SHUDDER!), I am moving forward:
Today I cleaned my own toilet.
I took the cleaning supplies purchased this weekend, I scrubbed and scraped and - let’s not too in depth here – and now my private bathroom is cleaner than it was when I first got it.
Between the new air freshener, the fluffy throw rug, and the freshly cleaned toilet, I feel more like an independent man.
How do I know a simple little task like this is part of the transition to manhood? I’ve always been told the more grown-up you get, the more crap you have to deal with.
Now if you will excuse me, the overpowering smell of bleach is about to overwhelm me in my poorly ventilated room. I really should gte going befre i starrt to lose coinsciuosnesss
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Note from 2005: The above is meant to simulate falling asleep on the keyboard. The fact that I have to tell you what it is should tell you how good a simulation it is.
