Okay. All of humanity, at one time or another, will do it. It's quiet. It's solitary. It's cathartic. I will admit it. I do it, a lot. That's right. I have sat in utter tranquility upon the cool, ceramic throne, the water swishing below my behind.
Here's the catch. When you reach my age you need more time to think. To meditate. To fire all the pistons in your brain. And it takes longer. Thus, sitting in the position for extended periods of time, ones circulation is compromised and the dreaded tingling begins. Numbness sets in and your feet are suddenly undetectable. Your thinking is done and your feet are numb.
So if you see me stumbling out of the bathroom, give me a minute.
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