Try to explain the persistence of irrational behavior, and you're likely to end up a gibbering fool from anger. If people only knew that speeding in the right lane is dangerous. If they'd only stop spending their Social Security checks on Divine Slots. If they'd use paper instead of plastic.
If they'd only stop blowing their noses.
No, really.
But they--or, should I say, a guilty we--can't. It's just too tempting. That crap stays up there, or starts slowly leaking down, and every rational impulse and memory that screams "Remember the Aarhus study!" is drowned out in a torrent of temporary satisfaction. And bacteria and viruses, propelled into the sinuses, give thanks to Kleenex.
Nearly two weeks, and now I'm headed off to Group Health for Cipro. That's right, anthrax-demolishing Cipro. There's no harder opponent than the soft tyranny of mucus.
Play on, nasal trumpet, play on.
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