Paste Creatures

Everybody has rituals, except for me. That's false, completely false. I'm riddled with rituals. Like Clint Eastwood has his gruffy voice so do I have my rituals.

Before I plunge my body into the ocean to partake in it's stoke I stand on the sand and deliver a prayer to God. It is my routine, I never miss it, nor do I prethink about it. It just comes to me when it's time. I picked up this ritual through a friend. It was something he always did before he surfed and it was something that I grabbed ahold of.

As a kid my dad made deviled eggs sandwiches every sunday morning. To this day I don't understand why he did it, especially since that after a few years of it my brothers and I refused to eat them. He ate frosted flakes on the weekdays before heading off to work, so the only reason I can find for the egg sandwiches is that he had more time on Sunday before church and he liked them better than pancakes. Whatever the case, that was one of his rituals.

Than there was the other day when I was preparing my toothbrush with toothpaste. Before I put it in my mouth I turned the faucet on and wet the paste. Why do I wet the paste? It's something that I've done for the past twentytwo years and haven't ever thought about until this point. As everyone has heard we, humans, are creatures of habit. We have rituals, routines, ways of life that we act through day in and day out. It's important for us to take a look at them and question them. I'm not saying it's time for us to stop making our deviled eggs sandwiches, but maybe it's time for us to change the way we brush our teeth.