I just remembered a thing. It's a vague memory, so it isn't 100% clear, but I feel like it is a glimpse into some insightful thing.
When I was younger, when we lived in the house I grew up in, I vaguely recall the the toilet paper holders in at least one of the bathrooms (probably the "front" bathroom) was pretty much busted. It may also be true that this happened in the house we moved into when I was 16. I just recall trying to change the toilet paper rolls on the holder and it just falling onto the ground. And then my sloppy brother taking a shower and getting water all over the floor, and thus creating soggy rolls of toilet paper. Eventually, I just started putting the toilet paper rolls on the sink next to the toilet. Although, those eventually lead to the same fate of being knocked onto the floor and becoming soggy.
I'm curious if this has anything to do with why I find changing the roll of toilet paper to be extremely stressful...
When I was younger, when we lived in the house I grew up in, I vaguely recall the the toilet paper holders in at least one of the bathrooms (probably the "front" bathroom) was pretty much busted. It may also be true that this happened in the house we moved into when I was 16. I just recall trying to change the toilet paper rolls on the holder and it just falling onto the ground. And then my sloppy brother taking a shower and getting water all over the floor, and thus creating soggy rolls of toilet paper. Eventually, I just started putting the toilet paper rolls on the sink next to the toilet. Although, those eventually lead to the same fate of being knocked onto the floor and becoming soggy.
I'm curious if this has anything to do with why I find changing the roll of toilet paper to be extremely stressful...