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5.17.2006
Today I spent the day cleaning. I cleaned the bathroom, and yes, that means the toilet. Yuck is the operative word for that filthy slab of porcelain. If I were rich, the temptation would be strong to get anyone else to do that task for me. I might be inclined to offload that smelly job to just about anyone at nearly any cost. I might, however find it quite nice to discover that instead of emptying out my wallet for the privilege of getting someone else to do it for me, I would instead find some desperate person willing to do it at bargain basement prices. I might say a little prayer: "Thank God for the desperate poor people of the world, may God make them poor and willing to work for crumbs forever!!!" I might even find religion, of the variety that helps me re-align my thinking. I might even start to see the world in a whole new light, especially considering that I might also get my car cleaned for a few bucks as well, I might get a meal delivered to my door for a buck or two. The world might seem like a paradise of people willing to do just about anything for a few measly dollars. I might like that. I doubt I would ever clean my own toilet again. But then I might start thinking. I don't like cleaning toilets, and I doubt anyone else really likes it either. And not only is that person cleaning my toilet, they are probably cleaning their own as well. I've inflicted that nasty task on someone twice! I might even start to feel bad -- guilty. That is, unless I could construct a convenient rationale for why it is right and even necessary for other people to clean my toilet for me. I might even start to think the natural order of things deems that I never have to perform a task I dislike ever again. The universe has seen fit to make sure that as I go about my day entertaining myself that the mess I leave behind me gets cleaned up so that I never need to see it. I might even be dreadfully frightened at the idea that this order might be disrupted. | |
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