Shitting Where You Eat

I'd like to picture myself like Rev. Run. Instead of a bubble bath in a luxurious bathroom, i am in my bed in the cranky cave. Instead of being covered in bubbbles, I am smothering myself with my blanket. But why the hell not be Run and 'reflect' on life lessons and blah blah blah. My biggest concern and greatest thing i've learned this year, besides the fact that i can't lift a 30lb weight over my head no matter how hard i try, is to NOT SHIT WHERE YOU EAT! I guess its hard being confined by a mountain and lacking opportunity to expand social horizons, but nothing good comes of it. Think about it......
You make this bangin meal...turkey tacos if you will.... the guac is gleaming, the cheese is sharp, the aroma of spicey ground turkey maneuvers it's way through your nasal passages.....it's all laid out on the table, you have your shell in hand. First you add the turkey, then cheese, rice, guac, taco sauce, lettuce.....can't you almost taste it? As you're about to take that first bite BAM!!! shit everywhere!!! All over your perfect taco as well as the rest of the table. Now what? you're fucked. Mildly uncomfortable, mostly nauseuos, and all you want is some gin! You don't want to touch the shit so you leave it alone for a while and avoid that room. Eventually, you're going to have to clean that shit off. But it's not pretty. Other people may not even want to hangout with you. I mean, do you blame them? Maybe in a few years you can live it down, but people talk shit..... especially about shit.