The Mold Man and Toilet Girl

the stories of toilet girl and mold man were just plain bizarre.

a while back i read this news about a girl who sat on the toilet in her boyfriend's house for 2 years!!! two whole years! holy schmoly!! whoever can sit on the toilet for two years?? what do you do sitting there for THAT long!?! that's 730 days, or 17,520 hours! if the numbers don't mean anything to you, let's do this. suppose the average total amount of time one spends peeing and pooping in a day is about 30 minutes (or the max 1 hour for those who has constipation problems). that 17,520 hours of real toilet time would be equivalent to 17,520 days of real toilet time, which is 48 years of an average person's toilet time - and that's if you really use up an hour each day. and to put things into perspective, that's close to half a century of real toilet time; assuming each of us don't live up to a century, it's more than half of our lifetime's toilet time. it amuses me to the extent that it actually scares me. what is she thinking when she does that? was she afraid of facing the world for some reason? did she do it to avoid facing the abusive boyfriend, or did she just decide to become a recluse? wanna get into the guinness world record? seeking attention? merely wanted to challenge herself?! i don't understand. and the boyfriend!!! he said he sent her food every day and thought that maybe she just wanna be alone. was he a psycho or what?! after two years only did he sought for medical help for the girlfriend, whose skin has embedded on the toilet seat. well of course! two years!! whaddaya think?!!! i'm baffled.

here's another one. the staff in the hospital called him The Mold Man. doesn't need a rocket scientist to figure out he got that nickname because he's covered with mold. from what i gathered, the story of the mold man is this: he came from china and rented a room from someone. everything seemed okay for a while, then the people living with him started getting suspicious because he never came out of the room. they called for help eventually and when the paramedics got into the room they found him naked on the bed - covered with mold. they said - not a single inch of his skin wasn't. they thought he was dead and was about to proclaim his death when he started moving a little. and this is the omg part - when they opened his mouth, a fly flew out!!!! a fly! goodness. his body temperature was 82.5 degrees Farenheit (about 28 degrees Celcius)! our normal body temp is 98.6F or 37.5C. its amazing he's still alive. again, i wonder what's going on in his mind. according to the staff in the hospital, he's still in the intensive care unit. one of these days if i get a chance, i really really wanna go talk to him. maybe when i go in to volunteer the next time.

what kind of person would let themselves undergo this sort of torment. what have they gone through for them to want to live that way, or worse, not wanna live at all yet had no courage to take their own lives? in any case, i won't judge them or their behavior because that would make me a hypocrite for all that i pride myself in not passing judgement about others. but i'm really curious. if i had a chance, i'd really like to interview them. and who knows, maybe write a book about The Curious Case of The Mold Man and Toilet Girl. ;)