I agree Vortex.

If I see someone with Bulk toilet paper, I don't think of the act of use, I think, "probably has a family."

Well, that and the fact that my friend Larry once got a good deal on toilet paper and filled one wall of his bathroom to the ceiling three or four rolls deep with packages of it.

I think "oh, they must have a lot of storage. I want more storage"

I have a friend who says that he won't buy toilet paper in bulk (like Costco) because he says that when people see the large amount of toilet paper, they think about how much you poop. I think he's ridiculous.

Unless he's storing it in a pyramid in his living room under a sign that says "I poop THIS MUCH", I think most people can avoid the connotation.

Seriously. Most people are not going to think about your toilet habits, and who cares what the wackaloons think?

Especially at Costco. I mean, everyone goes there to buy mass quantities of everything. That's whole POINT.

Yeah. That's like a Terence Howard level of weirdness right there.

Yeah. Even if you were buying multiple huge things of TP at Costco, I'd probably just vaguely wonder if you were supplying a group or something (like, buying as part of your job, for the office/church/daycare/whatever).

All my issues about other people judging me, about being uncomfortable in public sort of mostly went away when I incorporated the idea and made it mine, that most people are so self-absorbed they really don't notice anybody else screwing up.

I mean, think about it. You're in the food court at the mall. Do you seriously look at every person there, grade what they're wearing, evaluate their body and makeup, and pass judgement on what they're eating? If there are three dozen people, you might notice one awful sweater, one atrocious dye job, a hideous phone voice, and someone's less-than wise lunch choices. That's four people, with one foible each, out of three dozen. How many of them have judged you on those points?

And really, do you care? They're strangers, and they're all probablly either boring or weird, so why should it matter what they think? Read your book, sip your latte, and give yourself a break. You're fine, really. And if somebody takes issue with your clothing choices, scroom.

Same goes for your grocery cart. Though I do confess I have on occasion bought things in strange and random combinations just to elicit a reaction from a checker or other customers. Cause that's the kind of girl I am.

And really, do you care? They're strangers, and they're all probablly either boring or weird, so why should it matter what they think?

This, this, THIS! One of the core truths my Dad raised me with, which I thank him for, somewhere in the back of my mind, every day.

You're in the food court at the mall. Do you seriously look at every person there, grade what they're wearing, evaluate their body and makeup, and pass judgement on what they're eating?

When I was a teenager, I knew some girls for whom this would be their Saturday afternoon. They'd go in a pack to a mall food court and sit there pointing out all people they considered losers and telling each other why those people sucked so much. Hair, makeup, food, clothes--it was all fair game.

My life improved dramatically when I was no longer a teenage girl myself and realized just how much their opinions didn't matter.