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Initiation
Apr. 1st, 2006 02:59 pmEvery morning now, as part of my routine, I go about washing off my homemade cocktail of Eucerin cream and vitamin E oil from my face and then applying sunscreen. Usually for the removal part, I use a couple of damp Q-tips, which works fairly well. As I was going about throwing them out this morning, one of them slipped my grasp, and before I could react, landed in the toilet. Oh crap.
Well, no, thankfully. There was nothing UNSPEAKABLE in it, but I was now left with a dilemma. After all, there are certain places where someone feels rather uncomfortable sticking their hand in, even if it is clean. A Q-tip is something that might not go down well if flushed, so it would probably require extraction. I debated for several minutes. There was nothing within reach that I could use to pluck it out with, so finally, I leaned down with one hand holding my hair back, my other hand gingerly reaching forth with my index finger and thumb outstretched, and like a heron going for a fish, plucked the Q-tip out. After disposing of it, I went about washing my hands for several minutes.
I put on sunsecreen, went downstairs, and told Mom about my little fishing expedition. She grinned, saying that it is a sure sign of adulthood when one will fish things out of the toilet without going to someone else for assistance.
Later that morning, I read an article in the newspaper discussing adolescence. The following exchange ensued:
Me: It says here that adolescence doesn't really end now in modern society until people are around 25 or so. So does this mean I should still be acting like a crazy teenager and running about driving recklessly and crashing cars into things and staying out with suspicious people and submitting to peer pressure and making ill-thought-out decisions and things like that?
Mom: No, you managed to fish something out of the toilet without calling for help. You are officially an adult!
Cue me collapsing into giggles. I love my mom. XD
Well, no, thankfully. There was nothing UNSPEAKABLE in it, but I was now left with a dilemma. After all, there are certain places where someone feels rather uncomfortable sticking their hand in, even if it is clean. A Q-tip is something that might not go down well if flushed, so it would probably require extraction. I debated for several minutes. There was nothing within reach that I could use to pluck it out with, so finally, I leaned down with one hand holding my hair back, my other hand gingerly reaching forth with my index finger and thumb outstretched, and like a heron going for a fish, plucked the Q-tip out. After disposing of it, I went about washing my hands for several minutes.
I put on sunsecreen, went downstairs, and told Mom about my little fishing expedition. She grinned, saying that it is a sure sign of adulthood when one will fish things out of the toilet without going to someone else for assistance.
Later that morning, I read an article in the newspaper discussing adolescence. The following exchange ensued:
Me: It says here that adolescence doesn't really end now in modern society until people are around 25 or so. So does this mean I should still be acting like a crazy teenager and running about driving recklessly and crashing cars into things and staying out with suspicious people and submitting to peer pressure and making ill-thought-out decisions and things like that?
Mom: No, you managed to fish something out of the toilet without calling for help. You are officially an adult!
Cue me collapsing into giggles. I love my mom. XD
