continued …. “Gosh,” I realized. “Despite the fact that she doesn’t have an enlarged prostate gland and I’ve never had the urge to commit murder we have a lot in common!”
I compared and contrasted the motivations of the diaper clad, crazed astronaut with the agony I feel when I have to pee while speeding along the interstate at 85 mph trying to get from point A to point B without getting killed, put it all into a neat little package, mulled it over in my head for a couple weeks, discussed the situation with Jodi and made a decision.
“Yes!” I thought. Being an adventurous type I declared, “I’ll wear the damn Dependz and be a better person for it! I’ll be a super hero . I’ll be … Dependz Man!”
Look, I don’t feel embarrassed about “coming out of the closet” as a diaper clad older dude because of the solid reasoning behind my decision. And, like I’ve always said, “form follows function,” or to put another way if it’s not fixed don’t break it again.”
I Have Choices!
I mean, I DON’T HAVE TO DO THIS! I’m not a doddering old incontinent fool Goshdarnit! On the contrary I’m thinking about changing my name to Benjamin Button!
Seriously, other than an abundance of titanium and ceramics at various ball and socket joint locations throughout my body I have no organ miscreants within me at all.
All systems are running smoothly. Everything is a GO. A-OK. With the exception of …my bladder.