Coffee Log, Year 2, Day 96


Coffee: Maxwell House Drip, Office Coffee

I’ve been staring at a carton of toothpaste that’s been sitting on my desk since I bought it a few weeks ago. It’s lying on it’s side so I can see the label but it’s upside down so I have to try a little extra to read it. Depending on what way I’m sitting, the toothpaste carton catches light from across the room and throws back these tiny, cheap rainbows (the carton is foiled, like those fancy Pokemon cards you used to buy).

The most pressing part of the box is the word ‘Sensitive,’ written in bold blue letters with a bit of a slant, a different font than Colgate. Your eyes are supposed to start at Colgate but go immediately over to ‘Sensitive,’ some branding theory, letting you know what you’re getting into. It works. Even upside down, I’ve been reading that word over and over for weeks: ‘Sensitive.’ It’s started to seem like an insult.

When I’m standing, the box is turned such that I can read the FDA mandates about proper use, dosage, but I never do read any of it. I don’t want to know how the government expects me to use my toothpaste. Or maybe I’m just confident that this one thing is something I know how to handle. I do like the way the warning’s written, though, because unlike the font on the front of the box, it’s a splash of black and white letters in different sized boxes, more a work of word-art than anything legible. Sometimes, on a lunch break, I’ll stare at the warning for thirty to thirty-five seconds before leaving for work.

My room connects to the bathroom, though I never use that door. When we got the apartment, we all agreed it best I keep it permanently closed, no chance for accidents in the night like walking in on your best friends with their pants down. I even put a black-out curtain across the door to secure it. But still, my room is right beside the bathroom. It’s just a walk down the hall, nothing special. I could go there any time and I have gone there many times since buying this box of ‘Sensitive’ toothpaste. Yet, I haven’t touched the box.

I wonder why that is?

Currently Reading: Have picked a new book but not had the chance to start it yet; more info to come

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My happiness is at the bottom of a used tooth paste tube, it takes some effort to extract some.

Alain Bremond-Torrent, running is flying intermittently

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