Why am i so proud of...?
Is it normal to take great pride in some of my leavings? The normal everyday bowel movements mean nothing to me other than time for some sudoku. But sometimes, when I know it's going to be colossal, the puzzle I'm holding, along with the pencil, drops to the floor as I become paralyzed giving birth to a monumental wonder. Sometimes it needs to be seen without the veil of toilet paper on top. Even better if it's one of those that need not paper at all. Why is it even more exciting when it's in one solid piece, curling the smooth interior of the porcelain bowl? And when it curls, not just once but more, it becomes this mesmerizing, dizzying spiral of profound accomplishment. Why? I've even called my wife in to have a look. (She doesn't seem to appreciate this but oddly seems jealous to me.) I've left them as a surprise to unsuspecting visitors. I've even gone as far as taking a photo and tweeting it.
Other times when you know it felt gargantuan but instead of curling the bowl it was straight and is only peeking out the hole in the bowl it feels disappointing. Like I'm missing something, not getting the whole story. It would be too much to stick a fork in it and slide it out and behold all of it's heavenly glory, would it not? Obviously, I have considered it.
And then there's the shameful little whelps that don't deserve any praise. "Get rid of that thing, that's no good." (flush). "I'll just forget you ever existed."