I thought yesterday was going to be a bust. I was in a not so great mood. I was frustrated with work (which never happens). I was frustrated with my dogs because they never shut up lately. I’m not sure if it’s because they are just getting old and cranky or if it’s the old and cranky loaner dog I have here that gets them started because she barks at everything it seems. I was frustrated at the world for no good reason at all besides I was hormonal. Anyway, I was having a pretty irritable day.
So I decided to go work out because the experts say that helps. So I went to the gym. And I worked out hard. So hard, I can feel every muscle in my legs when sit or stand (or attempt to do either). I worked out so hard, I was chugging water to stay hydrated. So when I got home, I had to pee.
Is it just me or does knowing there’s a toilet in sight make it even worse? I ran into the house and ran to the bathroom. I didn’t even think I was going to get my pants down in time.
I feel like I should mention for those of you who don’t know or didn’t remember, I live with a 16-year-old boy. We rarely have a toilet seat issue. I’ve had boys in my house my whole adult life. Seat up. Seat down. Whatever. Keep your eyes open and you won’t have an issue.
If only I had taken that advice yesterday. My eyes were open, but they weren’t paying any damn attention to the toilet. I know what you’re thinking. You’re picturing me sitting in the toilet because the seat was up. But no. It was much worse. The lid was closed. And I had to pee so bad, I just sat down and by then it was too late. I peed all over the lid of the toilet (and basically the whole bathroom because when you gotta go, you gotta go). Have you ever tried to stop midstream? Not a pretty sight. But I guess no harm, no foul. The bathroom needed to be cleaned anyway. And I’m pretty sure I won’t make that mistake twice.
But after that, it really seemed like the day had to get better. And it did.
I went to open mic poetry last night. I really love going to poetry. It’s good for the soul. I think everyone should do it. Even if they just go to listen. I think what I love most about poets is that they want to share their work and their emotions and they get up on stage and the majority of them are scared to death. Even if you can’t see it on their faces or hear it in their voices, if you are close enough, you can see it in their shaky hands. And it’s just nice to know that even when you get up there by yourself, you are not alone because everyone before and after you has some sort of fear. Either a fear of speaking, a fear of sharing, a fear that it’s not good enough, a fear that they will be judged for their words. And they still choose to be brave enough to do it. Over and over again. I think that’s why I love poets. And poetry.
So I’ll be going to another poetry night Thursday. And the weather is not freezing anymore so it will actually be enjoyable to get out of the house. Plus it’s on Market Square, which is my favorite place in all of Knoxville.
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