Life: Going to the Bathroom

I don’t have many habits, or at least irregular ones. I change my pillow case more often than most, true, but I generally enjoy predictability. Don’t we all? Case-in-point, today I went upstairs, went into the bathroom, shut the door, and went. I’ll have it noted that my roommate was in Ohio, doors were locked, and there are no windows from my bathroom.

So why did I shut the door? No one was going to see me. I didn’t need to hide myself.

Why do we find it necessary to continue the routine, even though all logic tells us it makes zero sense? And why also do we find ourselves so uncomfortable when life changes? If you don’t believe me I dare you to face the back-wall on your next elevator ride, walk down the middle of the street in the dead of night, or dare I say, keep the door open while going to the bathroom (when no one is home of course). It is quite uncomfortable.

Thus far, things in my life have gone extraordinarily well. I’ve been either tremendously lucky or markedly gifted. In short, I am lucky. But without cause or warning my life has changed toward the uncomfortable, though not negatively (because I hate drama). I simply feel less in control than I ever have.

And only because it is good for me, I give you this writing’s final antidote (or euphemism): I will not shut the door.