Out of all the places to have a random act of sadness, the toilet wasn't one place I'd expect. Though, if one thinks about it, it is a very convenient place to have one. You're in a quiet place, you have plenty of tissue, and the trash is right there. Upon exiting the bathroom, if someone questions your reddish eyes, you can exclaim, "Man, I should not have eaten that chili!" It really is the perfect place.
Yes, that happened to me last night. Not the chili part. Just the random act of sadness part. I didn't feel anything. I wasn't thinking of anything. I wasn't making any noise other than the normal sounds of a bathroom visit.
I simply realized my face was wet. Tears were racing each other to the lower jaw finish line. I don't know why. When I realized it, I berated myself over something so silly. I had no reason to be crying or sad. I have a roof over my head, food on the table, clothes on my back - no reason for me to be sad. Or so I told myself.
Sometimes our bodies do what they need to do whether we agree or not. Mine apparently felt the need to leak salt water all over the place. I still don't know why.
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