i call this one 'the squishy brittany'

oops! i did it again!

I have a question for you. And this is a question just for you, to ask yourself.

Think clearly before you answer this. Metaphors can be your friend but plumbing your personal knowledge of the concrete, mushy reality of this nearly universal human experience.

Ask yourself, right now: When did I last shit my pants?

Decades?

Years?

Months?

Weeks?

Days?

Hours?

Minutes?

Minutes? Minutes.

As I record this message, voice to text, I am recovering of having only moments ago, once again, shit my pants.

I felt gas. I wanted to release this gas.

My life had begun to feel like an endless cascading series of problems humiliations and things to be ashamed.

Something was really wrong.

I needed relief

Sadly, the action required was different than the one I took.

I was fundamentally incorrect, flawed in my judgement.

Luckily, I discovered this fact far away from the crowd.

Unluckily, I discovered this far from home.

I found myself a place among some freshly grown moss where I put the old ‘pocket napkins’ to good use…