Toothbrush

It's been a weekend of toothbrushes everywhere. Some of it is part of a mess, but another toothbrush is from my room mate having his girlfriend from Indiana visiting. It brings up all kinds of things to think about.

First, what is that milestone? It's beyond the 'spend the night occasionally', but it isn't that far behind it. And what are you saying with that toothbrush. Is one staking a tiny claim of the other person's living space. "I live here too, but only in this tiny space... so far." It represents the beginning of a sharing of so many other parts of life.

What I don't understand is this: Why bother with a separate tooth brush? If you're staying over long enough to need to brush your teeth, then clearly you've been swapping spit and everything else in your mouth - why a separate toothbrush? Ok, I get it, the brush digs out all kinds of things, and it can be a symbolic step in the relationship as mentioned above, but really, if you want a separate tooth brush for sanitary concerns, you better stop sucking face too.

P.S. In addition to fighting a sore throat this weekend, I might also be feeling more than a little jaded.