A few years ago I posed the following thought-provoking question to a group of my teammates:
when you use the toilets in the change room with business to take care of and don't want the common but very private sounds coming from your stall to be heard by all, do you
a) hit the button on the hand dryer
b) run the water
c) make a little toilet paper raft to muffle the sploosh?
A brief discussion ensued on the most used and most effective methods of splash-control.
Hours later, a friend and I reconvened by chance in the team room and she shared with me that she had in fact given the query some consideration over the course of her day.
"I thought about what you said, Kaitlin" she said
"the answer is, you just poop!"
We giggled, and didn't mention it again.
(why had we mentioned it that much already, you wonder?)
But from one notorious over-analyzer to another, her epiphany could (and ought to) be extrapolated to most other concerns to which we'd devote substantially greater mental effort and debate.
I don't need to explain that the lesson there is spending less time being concerned about the best answer; about what others think; or about things that aren't, in the grand scheme of things, all that important.
We've been friends for years and still share far-too-lengthy analyses regarding seemingly trivial matters.
I still sometimes make a t.p. hammock.
I rarely make quick decisions on anything, actually.
Oh well.
when you use the toilets in the change room with business to take care of and don't want the common but very private sounds coming from your stall to be heard by all, do you
a) hit the button on the hand dryer
b) run the water
c) make a little toilet paper raft to muffle the sploosh?
A brief discussion ensued on the most used and most effective methods of splash-control.
Hours later, a friend and I reconvened by chance in the team room and she shared with me that she had in fact given the query some consideration over the course of her day.
"I thought about what you said, Kaitlin" she said
"the answer is, you just poop!"
We giggled, and didn't mention it again.
(why had we mentioned it that much already, you wonder?)
But from one notorious over-analyzer to another, her epiphany could (and ought to) be extrapolated to most other concerns to which we'd devote substantially greater mental effort and debate.
I don't need to explain that the lesson there is spending less time being concerned about the best answer; about what others think; or about things that aren't, in the grand scheme of things, all that important.
We've been friends for years and still share far-too-lengthy analyses regarding seemingly trivial matters.
I still sometimes make a t.p. hammock.
I rarely make quick decisions on anything, actually.
Oh well.