think Rontel pissed on it and it would probably give me a rash.
So I got some paper towels and used them to dry myself off.
At first, looking at the sheets of paper towel, I thought—This is the saddest thing that will ever happen to me.
But no.
That’s silly.
Using paper towels to dry off after showering might not be bad.
Why get upset.
Why get upset about anything.
Everything felt automatic.
Controlled.
Control yourself.
Ok, I will.
No, you don’t even know how to start.
That’s true.
Look at the paper towels.
Dry yourself.
It’s a new day.
Start this new day.
You can do anything you want, just have to dry off with those paper towels first.
Exciting.
Exciting because I knew if I wanted, it could be the beginning of a new period in my life.
One where I solved problems as they happened.
One where I solved problems before they even had all their elements.
A new period where I eliminated problems before they were problems.
With no fears or concerns, because those were for people who viewed life as a future, not something already happening.
A period where I thought, “No future”—and meant it positively.
A period where I stood up and said, “Yes, I have used paper towels to dry myself off after showering, and I don’t care if I do it again and again—except for the cost of buying the paper towels.”
This is it—I thought, standing in my bathroom naked and dripping, already sweating again.
This is all there is.
Nothing else outside of being here right now, naked and dripping.
Sweating.
No end to the recycling.
Just keep going keep going.
Stop thinking.
I began to dry myself off.
Noticed you can’t use the same drying motion with paper towels as you can with a fabric towel.
Truly, two different towels.
The best method was to fold two connected paper towels in half—over each other—then gently touch them down over the wet areas of your body.
Scrubbing motions wrinkled and tore the paper towels.
I was able to dry off my whole body with about three paper towels, adding a third to the first two near the end.
In conclusion, using paper towels to dry off: not bad!
It was a nice, fun way to keep dry.
Something new.
Also, it kind of made me feel like an escaped prisoner, or someone running from someone else maybe, maybe some kind of secret government agency.
Like I’d broken into someone’s apartment and had to use whatever was available then quickly escape.
Have to get out quick—I thought, smiling.
Have to escape.
I thought about escaping as I dried off.
Then I thought—No, this is all there is.
Can’t get out.
Rontel came into the bathroom and licked water off my shin then drank water from the faucet in the bathtub.
He sat under the faucet sticking his tongue out to each drip.
Timed.
And I folded the paper towels and threw them on the floor.
On top of all the old hair and beard clippings from when I’d cut my hair or beard without sweeping.
But yeah, paper towels.
Not bad!
*
After that, I went to the Uptown Public Library to use their air conditioning and internet.
It was difficult for me to always use the Uptown Public Library for their air conditioning and internet because of the hatred I felt towards the place for never responding to my job application—the one I partially completed then just submitted, hoping it wouldn’t matter that certain parts weren’t complete.
But, I’d been using the Uptown Public Library internet to visit this website that sold a lot of different products and allowed you to write reviews.
I’d write reviews for random products.
Today I did one for paper towels.
I titled the review: “We all know paper towels are a whiz in the kitchen,”—and then the review went—“but did you ever think they’d be so great to dry yourself off, like after a shower or day at the beach!? I say— beep beep —go ahead. These little numbers are perfect for just, getting ready for the day. And they’re so much more portable than a
So I got some paper towels and used them to dry myself off.
At first, looking at the sheets of paper towel, I thought—This is the saddest thing that will ever happen to me.
But no.
That’s silly.
Using paper towels to dry off after showering might not be bad.
Why get upset.
Why get upset about anything.
Everything felt automatic.
Controlled.
Control yourself.
Ok, I will.
No, you don’t even know how to start.
That’s true.
Look at the paper towels.
Dry yourself.
It’s a new day.
Start this new day.
You can do anything you want, just have to dry off with those paper towels first.
Exciting.
Exciting because I knew if I wanted, it could be the beginning of a new period in my life.
One where I solved problems as they happened.
One where I solved problems before they even had all their elements.
A new period where I eliminated problems before they were problems.
With no fears or concerns, because those were for people who viewed life as a future, not something already happening.
A period where I thought, “No future”—and meant it positively.
A period where I stood up and said, “Yes, I have used paper towels to dry myself off after showering, and I don’t care if I do it again and again—except for the cost of buying the paper towels.”
This is it—I thought, standing in my bathroom naked and dripping, already sweating again.
This is all there is.
Nothing else outside of being here right now, naked and dripping.
Sweating.
No end to the recycling.
Just keep going keep going.
Stop thinking.
I began to dry myself off.
Noticed you can’t use the same drying motion with paper towels as you can with a fabric towel.
Truly, two different towels.
The best method was to fold two connected paper towels in half—over each other—then gently touch them down over the wet areas of your body.
Scrubbing motions wrinkled and tore the paper towels.
I was able to dry off my whole body with about three paper towels, adding a third to the first two near the end.
In conclusion, using paper towels to dry off: not bad!
It was a nice, fun way to keep dry.
Something new.
Also, it kind of made me feel like an escaped prisoner, or someone running from someone else maybe, maybe some kind of secret government agency.
Like I’d broken into someone’s apartment and had to use whatever was available then quickly escape.
Have to get out quick—I thought, smiling.
Have to escape.
I thought about escaping as I dried off.
Then I thought—No, this is all there is.
Can’t get out.
Rontel came into the bathroom and licked water off my shin then drank water from the faucet in the bathtub.
He sat under the faucet sticking his tongue out to each drip.
Timed.
And I folded the paper towels and threw them on the floor.
On top of all the old hair and beard clippings from when I’d cut my hair or beard without sweeping.
But yeah, paper towels.
Not bad!
*
After that, I went to the Uptown Public Library to use their air conditioning and internet.
It was difficult for me to always use the Uptown Public Library for their air conditioning and internet because of the hatred I felt towards the place for never responding to my job application—the one I partially completed then just submitted, hoping it wouldn’t matter that certain parts weren’t complete.
But, I’d been using the Uptown Public Library internet to visit this website that sold a lot of different products and allowed you to write reviews.
I’d write reviews for random products.
Today I did one for paper towels.
I titled the review: “We all know paper towels are a whiz in the kitchen,”—and then the review went—“but did you ever think they’d be so great to dry yourself off, like after a shower or day at the beach!? I say— beep beep —go ahead. These little numbers are perfect for just, getting ready for the day. And they’re so much more portable than a
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