I’m not really used to seeing coffee filters in the trash. Sue me! I went to BYU and worked at BYU. Sorry. But now I’m in the “real” world and today as I was filling up my water bottle I looked in the trash (it’s right by the water filter) in our Love Communications communal kitchen and I saw a couple of old coffee filters all packed with that stuff you use to make coffee. Grinds? Anyway they looked gross. And I hate to say it, but all I could think was, “There is poop in the trash!”
I guess I’m not mature enough to handle old coffee filters. I kept staring at them thinking, “poop, poop, poopy poop poop.” Usually I’m pretty grossed out by bathroom humor, but they smelled like coffee, so I wasn’t as grossed out as I was amused.
Being the mature adult I am, you know, the “I have my own apartment, salary job, and fiancé” kind of adult, I went back to my desk, pulled out my very gown up iPhone and texted Eric, “Coffee filters look just like poop!”
And I really, really liked what he texted back: “Or dead, wet, ant bodies all crushed up. I used to make coffee at the restaurant everyday.” (He worked at Thanksgiving Point)
Dead, wet ant bodies! That is even better than poop. Not that I condone killing ants, but I can see them now! Participating in one of those mass suicides sporting Nikes a la Heaven’s Gate. It’s amazing. Sad, but beautiful.
Anyway, the point of this anecdote is there is always a better way to look at things. You can see “dead, wet, ant bodies all crushed up” or poop. In life you can always take your pick and see what you want to see. So, whether you choose dead insects or feces, I don’t think it really matters, just so long as you don’t choose old coffee filters. That’s just boring.