bathrooms

I'll continue with the bathroom theme.

I cleaned the bathroom today.  It was annoying.  I cleaned brown spots off the toilet that came from people's butts and also from people's mouths.  It actually wasn't so bad.  I ended up thinking about whether I was doing a good enough job or not, which I tend to think about in almost every situation.  Should I scrub harder?  Could someone really strong get that weird maroon stain off the porcelain?  Maybe I should work out more so that I can clean better?  No.  Don't think that, that's a terrible display of reasoning.  Ok, so then, do a lot of people even clean their bathrooms?  I feel like there's a large percentage of the population that just doesn't clean their bathrooms period, they allow hairs and soap to combine until they have become fixtures of the sink and toilet, because it's a bathroom and dirty business happens in there anyway.  The other portion of the population has lots of money, so they pay someone to clean the bathroom for them, thus relieving themselves of such a remedial and mundane task.  These people often have their little worlds exploded when they visit someone's house where cleaning the bathroom is a self relegated task.  They can't understand why there are little water drop ghosts on the mirror, or why the bath mat is slightly damp and not completely yellow.  It's hard for me to imagine, this surprise and disgust, and harder for them to take, an awkward pause and slight upturning of the nose.  We are all so different, it makes me want to organize a group of people and take them to a public bathroom, that we can clean it together, promote unity and solidarity across myriad social and racial demographics.  Maybe this is why I feel an urge to perform public service every few weeks.  Usually, the thought passes and I end up feeling good about refilling plastic Vitamin Water bottles with tap water that I've run through a Brita filter.