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Where do we learn to use a towel to dry ourselves off? Was there some starting point for the whole idea, some super genius mother who showed her kids how to do it and then it spread from her kids to their kids and so on? Did those kids populate the world? Did they live longer? For that matter, who came up with the idea of the towel in the first place? Was it born of a need to be dry as fast as possible to avoid some sort of danger? Or have people always been as impatient to move onto more "important" things, so much so that we invented the towel to speed up the bathing process? These are the questions that keep me up at night. Everything else I write about is crap. This is serious shit!

I am sure that I am not the first one here to wonder about the birth of the towel, or how it has impacted the march of history, whether it is responsible for starting or ending wars, or just responsible for people getting to work on time, refreshed and dry. Because let's face it, without toweling off, you would have to wait FOREVER to drip dry. I wonder if the best part of bathing is getting to use a fresh, warm towel to dry off afterward. And you never realize how important a towel is until you are standing in your friend's shower, wet and cold, when it dawns on you that there are no towels to use, and no way to get to one without freezing your ass off, because putting your dirty clothes back on is not an option. Ever. And using those clothes to dry off is also a no-no. Add in that your friend is listening to music loud enough to bring stuffed animals to life, and all of his/her towels are dirty anyways. Because your friend is a slob. Who does not make sure that there are clean towels for a guest?! The lazy fuck. I mean come on! Where was I again...

If we are taught by our parents, and they by their's, are there cultural differences in the way we towel off? Is there an Irish style? Italian? French? Is it like languages, and we as Americans are all just using a bastardized style of drying our bums brought with our ancestors to this land, and corrupted by television and easy drugs? Wow. The implications just boggle the mind. Is there a true style, an original "correct" way to dry off that is faster and more efficient then what we are taught today? Were there wars fought over it? Did or do people die because of how they towel off?

On the other hand, getting more than a couple of hours of sleep here and there, along with regular meals, may get rid of these thoughts. But the question is, should I?

Burdens to be carried

In some ways, and to different extents for each of us, we are all conceited, all self-centered. (Holy crap, a rabbit seriously just ran in front of me as I am typing. A real fluffy white bunny, that seems hell bent on making it to the very busy street behind me. Crazy.) We are all dependent on the feeling that we have a direct effect on the people that we come in contact with every day. We have this idea in our heads that we have this huge affect on someone. We do affect those around us with our actions, our attitudes and in many other ways. But, we do not make them happy, or make them sad, or make them upset. They choose whether or not to respond to anything that we do, they choose whether or not they are affected by anything that we do. In effect, they choose the importance of any of our actions by deciding their own reaction to them.

We choose the importance of any event in our lives by our reaction to it. We choose the importance of someone in our life by our reaction to them. Someone that we find to be unimportant gets less of our time then someone that we find to be vital to our lives. We have only a limited amount of time each day, each week, each month, each year or even in our lifetime. Who we choose to spend that time accordingly a very important decision. When we make time in our busy lives for someone, even for a phone call, we are showing how we value that person. With a limited amount of time we are forced to prioritize how that time is spent, and dole out the time accordingly.
Love is something that cannot have a price tag put on in. In the same way, time being irreplaceable means that it is priceless.

So, with a very limited amount of time, telling all of you how much you mean to me gets harder and harder. Take away my access to the internet for an extended period of time (Charter can go and die in a horribly painful and disturbing way) and I have an even harder time with it all. I miss so many of you, and have no chance to see many of you for very, very long periods of time. While I may not be able to spend my time with you, I do think about you. It may not count for a lot, but it's all I got.