bladder

Riding in an auto with a full bladder is really quite a challenge. I was on the way home from somebody's house, and even though you know the person quite well, you never empty your bladder in others' house. Never. It's an unsaid standard of propriety. Ehm.
So there I was, biting my lips with unexpressed urgency, twisting my fingers on my lap. The driver was moaning and grumbling because I was superbly clueless when it comes to roadmaps. It's always a bit hard for me to let my lack of awareness or comprehension about certain things be exposed; when I'm caught in a situation where I'm forced to confront it, I suppress my ego (not the Freudian one) hard. So in a way, the full bladder was a blessing in disguise. I don't really have enough void in my mind, or consciousness if you like, to focus on my ego. I was focused, unabashedly focused, on my precious bladder.

Oh, dear.