TP Ball

I stopped in a public restroom to blow my nose — residual flu effects — and I noticed this ball of toilet paper on the floor. It was a tightly packed sphere bigger than a golf ball.

It mesmerized me for a few moments. Who did that, and why? Someone pulled out a length of toilet paper and rolled it up into a tight ball. It wasn’t a loose ball, it didn’t look like something done absentmindedly. It wasn’t just squished up by closing a fist. It was tightly rolled, round and firm. And then dropped in the corner beside the bowl.

Now I could imagine someone sitting on the toilet, bored, and playing with the only thing available. But what kind of personality puts that much effort into rolling a ball of toilet paper? And then they just dropped it on the floor. Were they afraid it might stop up the plumbing? Were they proud of the project and didn’t want to flush it away?

Why does this little rolled up ball of paper in a restroom stall fascinate me so? No, I didn’t touch it or kick it, but as you can see, I did take a picture of it. And now I’m writing a blog entry about it. Does this make me more strange and weird than the person who created the “art” to begin with?

Or does this just mean I don’t have crap to write about, and . . . I didn’t mean to make a pun, but that sort of was . . . and I’m grasping at straws (paper)?

Bullgrit
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