A Peace Corps video on YouTube called, "Poop in a Hole" just brought me to tears. Shouldn't I instead be cracking up? Do I envy these strangers who get to poop in a hole--not those who have to poop in a hole--but those who choose to make our world a better place, and as a result get to poop in a hole?
My sister-n-law chose to join the Peace Corp, currently lives in the poorest country in Europe, and gets to poop in an outhouse. Her best friend also chose to join the Peace Corps, currently lives in the poorest country in Africa, and gets to poop in a hole. Conversely, I get to poop in any one of three pristine and modern commodes inside my own home. Until recently, I never thought of it as a choice...but, incidentally, where I poop is a direct upshot of choices I've made since I chose to make my own choices.
It seems my opportunity to choose to poop in a hole has passed. How to deal with this realization? This is my dilemma.
Mid-life? Definitely. Crisis? Probably not.
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