My Worst Nightmare

The "New York Times" recently featured a couple who are never more than 15 feet apart from each other. They eat off the same plate, read the same books, sleep in the same quarters with no electricity or running water, and they even breathe in the same pattern. When one has to go to the bathroom, the other waits outside. Or in this case, when Christine McNally has to pee in the woods, Michael Roach turns away and steps aside far enough to be away from the stream of urine. This is a celibate partnership and high level Buddhist practice to help you get in touch with your emotions and faults, etc. But frankly, this just conjures up nightmares to me. Having someone (even if it's a loved one) follow you around all day long? No privacy whatsoever? That is scarier thought than being trapped in solitary in prison.

Here's the article:

http://www.nytimes.com/2008/05/15/garden/15buddhists.html?_r=1&oref=slogin

Here's a more realistic portrayal of what happens when regular folks attempt this:

http://www.slate.com/id/2192282/?GT1=38001