I recently mentioned I had a friend coming to visit (and was a bit nervous about what to feed him). Thankfully the visit went smoothly and he departed unscathed.
Now this friend is quite learned and well travelled. Indeed, he’s just retired early after (his last) diplomatic posting to a hot-spot in / near the Middle East. So naturally you’re assuming we spoke about very esoteric and complex topics such as the crisis in Syria, international development and foreign policy.
Ummm… kinda. Well that and toilet paper.
There we were dining at the best restaurant Hervey Bay has to offer… talking toilet paper.
I’m sure it won’t surprise you to know that I started the conversation; by telling him whenever I buy toilet paper I think of him. (I’m a sweet-talker like that!)
And before you jump to conclusions or your mind boggles beyond its boundaries, it’s because he and I once had a few enlightening conversations about toilet paper usage.
We hung out a lot when we were posted to East Timor and one day when shopping we stocked up on toilet paper. The (one) store had HUGE bags of the stuff. Like 20 rolls or something.
Several weeks (or maybe a month or so) passed and I mentioned that I needed to go shopping and buy more toilet paper. My friend was aghast!
“You just bought some!” he said.
“That was weeks ago. I’m almost out.”
At which point he told me he was on (like) his second roll or something.
That conversation and the one at dinner then centred around toilet paper usage. Aside from the obvious boy vs girl thing, it occurred to me that the way we use toilet paper is a reflection of our personalities.
My friend said he grew up in a household where they were told to use three pieces. Only. And he sticks to his toilet paper budget to this day.
Whereas I fling the bloody stuff out of the roll and wrap it around my first or scrunch it up (you know… #whatevs).
It’s never really occurred to me that I should conserve it and I’m sure environmentalists (or sane peeps) out there will be reading this in horror. But hey… a girl needs SOME pampering!
I’m the same with other things. I get it, use it. Get more. Use more. Food, money, toilet paper and so forth. (Restriction is NOT my friend!)
My recent houseguest is far more frugal. He saves and makes careful decisions. The result – he’s slim, responsible and financially secure; whereas I’m fat and stress about how I’m gonna pay my bills.
Like I said – we’re poles apart in personality and habits. Mostly that doesn’t bother me, but I probably ‘could’ *ahem* adapt my toilet paper-related behaviour a little.
Are you conservative in your toilet paper usage?
And the age-old question – are you a folder or scruncher?
PS. I should mention I have an entire post drafted about my cold / flu and self-medicating (and how life is f*cked), but in retrospect, it was kinda depressing. So not funny at all.
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