I was sitting on the toilet yesterday morning taking a crap when I heard two people outside running down the sidewalk yelling at each other. My first thought was to calculate the probability that it was another family drama, a husband (or wife) who for whatever reason decided that going after his (or her) wife (or husband) with a kitchen knife was his (or her) best option (as opposed to people catching runaway livestock or grandparent); and to examine the ethical implications for me, like is one required to help even when one is not yet finished on the john?
My second thought was how funny life is at times, how our world encompasses every scale and class of experience simultaneously, each superimposed on the other. Here was one person possibly having an unforgettable, life-changing experience, and just a few meters away someone was being chased down the street by a maniac.
An aerial viewpoint is needed. Otherwise, what is without our range of vision, our world, intrudes with its sound to remind us of its existence.
The unforgettable, life-changing experience being the musings or the crap itself? Or did that last rhetorical opposition get mixed up?
A Fellini moment?
When it comes to domestic situation, it’s oft better to not get involved in that kind of sh–, but if some action was required, you could race to the phone and call the authorities without getting in too much sh– (hopefully). :)
Some relatives and I were discussing the need for exit windows in bathrooms. Do you need them or is it an acceptable life ending to be found boiled to death in the bathtub after a house fire?
Or is that only a good ending if you are the Lobster Man (or perhaps some other member of the Lobster Family Unit?)?