OBSERVATION 1 – THE ONE WHERE I POOP A LOT

Last night I was super sick. Like physically ill in the stomach and as I was sitting on the toilet, trying to reign in the pain I realised how much comfort I gain from my toilet at home. Just the general idea that this toilet, this one utility in my house has granted me salvation for years and that I felt an attachment and possessiveness over it. Its capabilities are the same as any other toilet you could use in the public, but any day that I go outside, I feel that I can just wait till I get home and shit, or pee, or change a pad. Just an interesting thought on how I have just associated my toilet to be MY toilet.