Bathroom candle.

Years ago someone gave me a tasteful bathroom candle in a present exchange -- I can't remember when, or why -- and all these years it's sat on my toilet, with its white wax and nice scent and this wick that looks like a broken popsicle stick, but somehow tasteful.

But, I never really lit it up.

Then, one day like a month ago, I took a nasty shit before breakfast, and since I have a small apartment, I decided to light it up to mask the scent so I could eat my breakfast in peace, without smelling the aftereffects of my own shit.

And, it worked like a charm!

Now, I do it it all the time..

I have also started to wonder, why I kept smelling my own shit, for all those years. 

Habit, I suppose.