I’ve been thinking.

This word is one of the great metaphors of life. Think about it. It represents the bubble of dreams, the curtain of falsehood, the rose-tinted eye patches, the stupifying self-deception through which we interpret everything. Yes, how stupid we all are. How stupid. Loo. What a great word.

Ponce: “I’m going to the loo”

jimlad: “I’m going to the shit pot get rid of this stinking mass of brown gunk that’s been building up inside me.”

Ponce: “May I use the loo?”

jimlad: “Do you want me to fill your sitting room with this stinking mass of brown gunk that’s been been building up inside me or would is there a place for me to excrete it?”

Ponce: “Where is the loo?”

jimlad: “Where can I go to think in peace?”

The word, “toilet” is perfectly acceptable, as people know what goes on in a toilet. There is this hidden assumption in the phonetics of the word, “loo” that makes us feel ridiculously carefree about the whole matter, just like the word, “poo” does. Just like, “Woo! Look what I’m doing!”.

I like to use the word waste too. It isn’t a vulgar word, but an apt description all the same. Though I suppose shite can be useful as compost.

I don’t like bathroom. One does not relieve oneself in the bath.