"Hows it going," I ask as a nod to a homeless guy I recognize.
He answers with deadpan seriousness, "Well, I'm still breathing, I'm still walking, and I can still wipe my ass, so it's a good day. And it will continue to be a good day until I can't do one of those three things."
Shit! I just need to change my expectations. He's my hero.
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I'm really hoping that you just gamble with the raise in anxiety and shoot for just a little more... like walk, breathe, wipe, and ____(dance?)..
I agree. There are a few more necessities in life, like (sex?)
when you are lonely, ass wiping is a good substitute for sex.
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