Hey, I’m no different.
Like you, I spend time seated in my bathroom on a recurring basis. I face paintings and photos placed to be viewed. A nearby ornamental rug lets me imagine cartoon and Shakespearean characters.
Most importantly, on a shelf behind my head are “The Portable Curmudgeon,” “The Book of Poisonous Quotes,” Ambrose Bierce’s “The Devil’s Dictionary” and other volumes of their ilk.
I peruse them to my heart’s, and body’s, content. I fold pages to identify quotes and comments I find informative or inspirational. For example, when Sir Winston Churchill, the English “bulldog” of World War II, first saw his formal portrait, he said “it looks like I’m straining a stool.”
Some listen to “white noise” to fall asleep. Others find solace in steam rooms or massage therapy. Still others turn to liposuction or the Mediterranean Diet.
And, like you, I seek entertainment while bodily functions do their thing.
I happen to revel in the long waves of cynicism from my bathroom library. Like Bierce’s definition of “Perseverance”: “A lowly virtue whereby mediocrity achieves an inglorious success.”
More Bathroom Tales
Miss Misty and the toilet queen
Learning social graces. At last.
Walter, the dopes are still at it
My wife once compiled a book called something like the “Bathroom Reader.” It included short pices about all sort of trivia. I helped compile it. But I fear the publisher decided to flush the idea. Given how cell phones have replaced reading racks by the toilets, I’m not surprised.