Marathon Of Weird: Day 2

Monday, December 18, 2006

I'm not above telling you. I like public restrooms. I'm not weirded out by sitting on a public seat and I don't have any trouble touching the handle. Oh, sure, I wash my hands right after and I don't have any interest in sitting in anyone else's filth but really, for the most part, I find the bathroom to be a safe place.

I say that because, at one point, I had a bad habit of passing out in new or stressful places. It started out as just doctors' offices and dentists but eventually I was passing out at amusement parks, clients' offices, ski lifts and other much less convenient places. After a while I found that I felt a little better if I took a moment to catch my breath and gather my wits before submerging myself in the new environment.

Now, as a habit, when visiting a client or taking the kids to the emergency room, I will excuse myself to the restroom. During my trip, I plan my escape route. If I know where the bathroom is, I always have a safe place to go in case the room starts to get dark and spinny.

Public restrooms work particularly well because no matter how sick, disoriented or hurried you seem, you never seem out of place in a bathroom. You can retire to a stall and feel however you need to without fear that others will mock you for it. It is a safe place.

There you have it. Another leg of The Marathon is complete.

Now for the tag:

Gluby, your topic is Jesus Christ vs. Lance Burton. Enjoy!

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