I’ll tell you when I discover it’s a lie.
That I progressed past my teenage years and cake
That I have any sort of meaningful future or purpose ahead of me.
“Flushable wipes”
I’m at an age where moist arse wipes are a godsend, and I stubbornly cling to the lie that they’re flushable and fine.
Every house I’ve lived on had a bidet and they all had a basic faucet. You clean yourself with a soapy sponge or hand and then spend several minutes splashing water on your ass and junk with your hand to remove all off the soap because there is no way the water stream can reach you. Then you have to dry yourself with a towel while water is dripping down your leg and even after drying properly the area still feels wet. At that point you realize it was more convenient simply climbing into the shower to do the same quicker and easier by washing yourself from the waist down.
Wet wipes: you wipe yourself with them and dry with some toilet paper. Done.
I will never give up the commodity of legally flushable wet wipes.
That we’ll solve climate change and I’ll get to live past 50
We probably won’t solve climate change. We might be able to make huge air conditioned complexes with just a single basic bed for everybody with insect farms underground for us to eat?
