my bladder is s[p]oiled

i spoil my bladder. at the first sign of needing to empty itself, i do my best to comply; but now i realize that if i wait it out, that initial feeling often subsides. i think by trusting my instinct to go to the bathroom, i have slowly placed more and more urgency on that first uh-oh feeling, which makes me want to get rid of it as fast as possible. maybe i never learned how to tell when my bladder is being truthful, but i think it's going to be an important skill to have. i feel like i'm discovering a part of life that everyone has experienced but never talks about.

on a related note: when i was little i vividly remember telling someone that they were mispronouncing aretha franklin's name; i told him that it isn't "aretha," it's "urethra". i spelled it out and everything. i was convinced that i was right, until i found out what a urethra is, and how very far it is from a black female soul-singer.

on a somewhat related note to the last note: i hate when i find out that i've been pronouncing a name or word incorrectly for my whole life. it's not that i feel embarrassed, i just hate having to practice saying it correctly. it's almost like i need to relearn the word.