Different papers, different holes.
If there’s anything that my family should invest in, it has to be packets of tissues. It seems like my parents have dedicated their life to make sure that our visitors in the house will have a good time, often at the cost of sacrificing happiness of its residents. With that as their lifetime goal, all the tissue packagings we have come in boxes — tissue boxes instead of tissue packets.
I am not a fan of carrying packets of tissues when I’m out, but just for today that I’m down with some typical flu, tissue has all of a sudden became the most important thing in (my) life.
This afternoon I had to go to school to continue a mini-project I was assigned, I figured I needed tissues to cope with the runny nose so I had to find out where the packets of tissue were hidden in the house. And to my horror, this house doesn’t have any packet of tissue! All boxes!
So I had to fold pieces of tissues from the box for usage should the need arise on the way to school. This procedure made me missed the bus I wanted, and to make things worse, I never had to use them all the way to school, and back.
How did I manage that feat with a runny nose? I raided the toilet of its papers for the same purpose when I reached school.
That was when I realised that different papers are made for different purposes. Look, I’m not discriminating against the toilet paper or think that they are inferior to the tissue paper, but I almost tore the skins around my nose because the toilet paper was too coarse. And now I’m truly convinced everything in this world is made for a purpose — tissue for the nostrils(nose holes) and toilet papers for the asshole.
(oh, and I’m also investing in tissue packets too, already.)
