Intermission

Communities. Society. Collectives. Social gatherings. For some people, these words give comfort and meaning. Together is the banner under which we all gather. There are enormous advantages to be had from a gathering of people, to be sure, and I will laud these in time. Presently, however, I wish to comment on the Towel Event.

Towels - are they a sodalitarian resource or the individual's property? I have lived alone for most of my life, and thusly come to cherish the bastion of sanctity constituted by the comfort of my own towel. It smells of me, and I know the creases and wrinkles like the back of my hand. That towel is part of a elite selection of towels that serve only me, personally.
Enter the Dames. Yep, that's what I will call the two ladies who govern my life. These Dames seem to consider towels a form of common amenity. You come out of the shower, you grab the one that is free. It's that easy. And the situation grows even more complicated when you consider the fact that a mere single towel is not enough for these complicated women. Oh no, they require two - one for the distinct persona that is their hair, and one to cover the unmentionables. As you can all probably imagine, they go through the stock of available towels at a high rate, and my poor, little towel has to work overtime as a rule.

The mere thought of someone losing the Towel War seems to indicate a source of mirth for one of the family members who just doesn't seem to need a towel. 

So, in a community, for some there is the thought of common resources, and for some there exists the virtue of ownership. As long as every single individual in a group conforms to the same philosophy, all is well. When not, I grab a wet towel on my way out of the shower every single time :) What are the odds?

And, of course, the towel can be seen as an analogy. Perhaps it can be extrapolated into neighbors playing music loudly, or people stuffing their things in a communal refrigerator? People, the Towel Event! Bear it in mind!