When we first moved into our house, N was very stressed out by the move and the idea of buying a house in general. I went out and bought two toilet paper stands like this one:
I was so happy, clutching the toilet paper stands to myself that N’s stress immediately lifted. The toilet paper stands were the height of luxury to me. I came from a place where not only didn’t they exist but the idea of having a reliable supply of toilet paper to put into them was exotic.
“It’s a pity,” N said, “that one day you’ll get used to having these toilet paper stands and they’ll no longer give you so much joy.”
But that didn’t happen. I still feel profound contentment every time I add toilet paper rolls to the stands. A peaceful feeling of completion comes over me.
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