Day 4 of *Operation Stankonia*
I have successfully navigated thru 4 days without a shower or of any action that would thereby provide cleaning action for my body. To add to this great masterpiece at work, I would like to confess that I have not changed my pants for 11 straight days. I have worn the same hat for those days as well. I have not changed my undershirt for 4 days, one of which was used to workout in, so, it’s kinda sweaty. I have not changed my undergarments, aka, boxers, for 4 days either, and I have not used the so-called switch-around/inside-out maneuvers usually utilized for such an outrageous, but not unusual, endeavor. Note, as well, that I have had a lot of gas lately too… In any case, you see, it would be defeating the point of no-shower tactics to not shower but to put on new clothes instead. Complete dirtiness is optimum.
I have but, what? The rest of today and tomorrow to complete Operation Stankonia. 30-something hours maybe? Ah… I think that shower is going to really feel good.
Someone brought up a good point. What is the purpose of such a supposed maniacal action? Is it some theological point that I’m trying to derive from Scripture and thus move into practicality? Am I divorcing or, perhaps, rebelling from a some rigid theocratic, or less functional, social construct to prove a point? Is symbolism the highest form of apparent truth, and in such a case, are my actions symbolizing a truth that none of the less-than-bright scholars of this contemporary Xanga-world can see? BAH! I scoff at such nonsense! (And such higher and more intellectual thinking) For my actions are that of STUPIDITY! MUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHAHAHAHAHAHA. or, that of laziness.
But, I think, I have not thought about the reasoning behind such a fancy as this. I’ll post tomorrow if I think of something better. Till then, I’ll be building up an immunity to dangerous airborn vessels of illness as I create within and upon my own body a barrier of dirt.
Oh, and if you see me, say hi to me too. But don’t tell me to go get clean.