The broken toilet teaching writers a lesson.

It’s probably one of the only times I’ve ever lied, and really stuck to my story.

Inspite of being questioned over and over, and the plausibility of my story being so far fetched, I still didn’t waiver.

If I could make a guess, I’d say there were around 5 – 6 cubicals in that toilet, felt like an easy 8, but everything is grand in scale when you’re a kid in primary school. The windows were easy to open so you could, and would, jump through them and run behind the school. You could get away with alot back then.

It was lunch, Joe and I were probably hidding from friends in there before getting distracted by the ability to climb the walls, consider jumping through the window or throwing copious amounts of wet toilet paper at the roof. You know the kind of paper, the small squares that were so shinny you wondered how they even did the job. But when you wet a bunch of those suckers, they made life long new homes on a ceiling even Michelangelo himself would envy.

But that wasn’t enough for one day —

I was in cubical 2 and he was in cubical 3. We were short kids, atleast I was, so seeing over the dividers was hard, but not if you climbed up on the seat, or better yet, the cistern mounted graciously on the wall, like fine porcelain china, just waiting to be knocked over by a soccer ball.

After Joe peed on my shoe under the door, he decided to do what any smart kid would – climb the mountain of grace. You’d think the plumber that bolted the shiny cistern to the wall all those years before would have put in a little more effort, it didn’t even last a second before taking Joe down with it. And even more surprising? Just how much water those suckers could hold! I mean, as I explained, everything seems grand in size when you’re a kid, but that bathroom floor saw more water than the rains breaking a great Australian drought. It just didn’t seem to end. Atleast my shoe was clean again.

Lord knows which teacher came in to investigate a broken porcelain cistern in cubical 3 that day, a job worthy of gumboots and a raincoat, but I swear to you, I didn’t give up Joe, nor did we admit to breaking the toilet off the wall.

“It fell off all by itself while we were just standing there! I swear!”

Two things were sticking that day, the toilet paper on the roof, and us, to our story, so much so that we made it our truth.

This kind of reminds me a little about life. Not the lying part, but the truth part. All too often we waiver from the truth we want to believe in life. The truth about ourselves, about who we are, or, about who we want to be. As writers even, we all too often adobt a voice we think others will want to hear, rather than that which we want to believe.

Another thing that has been liberating about the creative process that is writing is the ability to have a place to write about what I want. It just so happens that a few of you out there seem to like it. I’m humbled.

But-

I just hope a few more of you out there step up graciously too and start speaking your truth. The view from up here is great. And less soggy.

Ivan.

Read #blogtober 19: Friday, 19th October 2018

3 thoughts on “The broken toilet teaching writers a lesson.

  1. That is so funny. Yesterday my son turned the bath on, plugged it, and started working on something. I didn’t notice the water running but after 25 minutes, he bolted up the stairs in a panic. My bathroom floor was flooded. I rushed up the stairs and got all the towels I could and soaked up the water. Unfortunately, our kitchen ceiling now has a long water stain despite my effort. At least it didn’t cave in. That was so much fun washing 3-4 loads of wet, heavy towels! Lesson learned, I hope. And I was pretty proud of myself for not losing my cool with him. He kept calling himself stupid. “No Caleb. You aren’t stupid at all. You are intelligent, you just made a mistake.” 10 years from now I think he’ll remember that more than how he flooded the bathroom. Or maybe not. Lol. Kids!

    1. Oh no! Hopefully no structural damage. Lucky you were able to soak it up with enough towels. Once our machine broke with a load of towels, I had the ring them out in the bathtub, heaviest job ever so I sympathize with you, lol.

      And for Caleb, a memory you can bring back up as he is older. Accidents happen, you handled it very well.

      😂😁🤓

      1. None that we can see although we probably need to fix the yellow water stain. My husband is gonna rip the floor up soon and tile it so I guess we’ll see what’s going on when that happens! Houses are a pain sometimes and kids know how to ruin them. Lol.

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