For some reason
I just feared throwing away my used, empty cream tube. The new, full bottle was standing there, but it took everything in me to throw away the old one. For the past few days, as it’s neared it’s end, I thought about throwing it out, in fact, I was leaning towards throwing it out, but I decided then that I would use it until there was absolutely none left. And so I used it for almost a week and a half after I was first going to throw it away, shaking and squeezing out the last bits, surprising myself each time. Yesterday it became clear to me that I may have squeezed out the last of it and today when I shook the bottle, nothing splish splashed inside. I seized with panic and then immediately stopped thinking and flung the bottle in the garbage. Weird. Now here I am, with my new bottle of face cream.
I always think toothpaste ought to last forever, a la Zeno’s paradox of Achilles and the tortoise, so I’m loathe to throw away toothpaste too. Reading Deepal’s (hilarious) post, I’m confronted with futility of my own existence.
