The Tao of Poo
Get this: the grad student in my lab hates pooing. This doesn't stop me (but rather, encourages me) from bringing up the subject nearly every time I'm in the group office. How can you not enjoy pooing?
Then it hit me: poo - like death - is inevitable. In the words of our hippie fore-fathers: shit happens. Mr. Boring has never once enjoyed his pooping, and so believes it to be a chore. In fact, the only enjoyment ever derived from the act was knowing that it was taken care of for a little while. I simply can't imagine living like that. One of the biggies of Taoism (one of my hobbies) is that you must accept your own death in order to live. You can't live in fear of death. Are people like Mr. Boring just afraid of poop? Is that what's keeping them from enjoying such a natural and common process?
So I say unto you - be not afraid of pooping. Embrace your body and all of its beatiful processes so that you may enjoy every moment, even those spent on the can.
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