The bristles of your roommate’s toothbrush are touching yours… and the bristles are still wet. What’s the sitch?
A barrage of feelings hits immediately:
“Eeewwwww… that was just in his mouth!”
“I could chew some minty gum instead, pretty much the same thing.”
“Where do I get a new toothbrush if I don’t have a dentist’s appointment scheduled?”
“Why the SHIT do we put our brushes in the same sink-side cup? We have too many cups in the kitchen cupboard anyway!!”
“Do I have to boil them? Would that help?”
“Who’s to blame for all of this? And how can they be brought to justice?”
“Am I gay now?”
It’s these moments in life that test your resolve and grit as a person. First, I get all of those initial thoughts under control so I can think rationally:
“My roommate is pretty clean.”
“A toothbrush spreads around toothpaste, which is like, a cleaning substance, so, ergo, some transitive properties, the head of a toothbrush should be pretty clean…?”
“Its wetness has more to do with running it under fresh sink-water than the bath of pure human saliva from whence it came.”
“If I squint my eyes enough it looks like four toothbrushes, and they can’t all be touching… so…”
“Am I really above this? Do I have the self-respect and, more importantly, the energy to do anything about it?”
I take a moment to center myself, placing my mind in a distant bonsai garden on the slopes of a modest ridge, inhabited by a Zen master who has the cleanest teeth imaginable… I reach for my toothbrush, smother it with extra Colgate, and scrub my enamel till I can see the reflection of my reflection in my teeth in the mirror. Oral hygiene is more important than avoiding cooties people.