{"id":2722,"date":"2026-08-06T16:16:08","date_gmt":"2026-08-06T12:16:08","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.sureshdinakaran.com\/blog\/?p=2722"},"modified":"2026-08-06T16:16:17","modified_gmt":"2026-08-06T12:16:17","slug":"if-patience-is-a-virtue-tissue-boxes-are-the-ultimate-virtue-test-i-have-failed-repeatedly","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.sureshdinakaran.com\/blog\/2026\/08\/06\/if-patience-is-a-virtue-tissue-boxes-are-the-ultimate-virtue-test-i-have-failed-repeatedly\/","title":{"rendered":"If patience is a virtue, tissue boxes are the ultimate virtue test. I have failed. Repeatedly"},"content":{"rendered":"
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The Issue With The Tissue or Why We Should Declare War on a Cardboard Box<\/span><\/strong><\/span><\/h6>\n

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I want to talk about a design flaw so ancient, so universal, so deeply woven into the fabric of human suffering, that we’ve simply stopped questioning it. Like potholes.<\/p>\n

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Let me begin by stating the obvious: I am a grown man. I pay taxes. I have (almost) successfully assembled IKEA furniture without crying (the first time). I have navigated rush-hour traffic, corporate politics, and the dreaded Monday morning blues. Yet, every single day, I am defeated by a box of tissues.<\/p>\n

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Imagining The Back Story<\/em><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

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Going back in time. Somewhere, in a laboratory or a research centre, a group of adults sat down and decided that pulling out one tissue from a box should feel like extracting a molar. You reach in for a single, humble tissue \u2014 you have a cold, you are not asking for much \u2014 and out comes an entire relay team. Just back from the Commonwealth Games. Four tissues, holding hands, popping up one after another like they’re taking a bow. “Thank you, thank you, we’ll be here all week.”<\/p>\n

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And mind you, the box knows. That’s the part that rankles me. The box knows<\/em> <\/span>you only wanted one. It has watched you do this a hundred times. And still, every single time, it pulls the same stunt \u2014 like a magician who’s done the same trick so long he’s forgotten it’s supposed to be a surprise, it’s just become plain bullying.<\/p>\n

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Then there’s the second tissue. The traitor.<\/em><\/span> The one that peeks halfway out and just…stops. Doesn’t commit. Won’t come, won’t go back. Just sits there, popped up like a meerkat( yes, the same burrowing mammal belonging to the mongoose family), judging you, daring you to pinch it out with the precision of a bomb disposal expert while your nose is actively staging a protest. By this time, you can’t see beyond your own nose. Because who knows, when the next one will come out, if at all!<\/p>\n

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And don’t get me started on the box itself \u2014 that flimsy cardboard coffin that looks structurally sound on day one and by day four has the spinal integrity of a wet biscuit. You press it back into shape, it springs back into “abstract art<\/em><\/span>( Andy Warhol<\/em><\/span>, you listening?).” Every refill is a renegotiation with cardboard that has given up on life. Card Bored<\/em><\/span> is more like it!<\/p>\n

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The Designated Crying Tissue<\/strong><\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

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And while we’re airing grievances, can we talk about the DCT(Designated Crying Tissue)?<\/em><\/span> Every box, at some point in its life, produces That One Tissue<\/em><\/span> \u2014 sitting right at the top, a little too soft, a little too central, clearly put there by fate for a Moment<\/em><\/span>. And the unspoken family law is: nobody touches it for something as vulgar as a runny nose( or that oily Samosa). It just sits there. Waiting. Reserved. Like a good tablecloth, or the good spoons, except its job is to catch tears during a family serial season finale. You’ll use six ordinary tissues for a full-blown cold before you dare touch The One<\/em><\/span><\/strong>. That’s not cardboard engineering. That’s cultural engineering. Somebody in R&D deserves a raise(or possibly a background check should be more like it). Clearly a species of engineer with a personal vendetta against ease.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

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Thinking Inside The Box<\/span><\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

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And let\u2019s talk about the box itself, shall we? The slot. That narrow, sadistic little slit. Who designed this? An engineer who hates humanity? A cat? The slot is either too tight (so the tissues disintegrate on exit) or too loose (so the tissues just sit there, mocking you, refusing to surface). There is no middle ground. It’s like the Goldilocks of frustration<\/em><\/span>\u2014except every bowl is either lava or ice.<\/p>\n

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We Have All Been There And Had Issues With It<\/em><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

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You\u2019re sitting at your desk. You feel a sneeze coming. A glorious, nose-clearing, soul-evicting sneeze that demands immediate attention. Your hand darts to the tissue box with the speed and precision of a ninja. You reach in. You grab. You pull.<\/span><\/p>\n

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And what happens? The tissue rips in half. Not a clean tear\u2014no, that would be too dignified. It rips diagonally, leaving one sad, crumpled corner in your hand while its twin siblings stage a mutiny inside the box. You now have shredded tissue on your nose, and the sneeze? The sneeze has already launched a full-scale assault on your shirt sleeve.<\/span><\/p>\n

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But it gets worse.<\/span><\/p>\n

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You try again (Remember, we are in the Republic of Resilience<\/em><\/span>). This time, you’re smart. You go in again with the precision of a bomb disposal expert. You pinch, you wiggle, you coax. And out comes not one tissue, but seventeen. It\u2019s a tissue parade. A paper waterfall. You\u2019re now holding enough cellulose to reforest a small nation( let’s call it Nauru<\/em><\/span> or by its new name Republic of Naoero<\/em><\/span>). And you can\u2019t stuff them back in\u2014because <\/span>that<\/span><\/em><\/span> would violate the sacred laws of tissue box physics. So you\u2019re stuck holding a bouquet of tissues while your nose runs like a leaky faucet. And you are left licking your wounds.<\/span><\/p>\n

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You Would Think Innovation Would Have Solved This By Now<\/em><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

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We have self-driving cars. We have AI that writes poetry. We have robots that can perform surgery. But we cannot invent a tissue box that dispenses\u00a0<\/span>one<\/span><\/em><\/span>\u00a0tissue at a time? This is the greatest unsolved problem of our generation. Move over, climate change. Step aside, world peace. The real crisis is the tissue box.<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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Out Of The Tissue Box Thinking<\/span><\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

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Let\u2019s redesign it. Let\u2019s make it a button. One press, one tissue. Like a peppermint dispenser, but for adults. No ripping. No pulling. No crying. Just pure, unadulterated tissue extraction.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Until that day comes, we should continue our battle. Let us fight the good fight. We will sneeze with courage, pull with conviction, and weep in frustration\u2014all while clutching seventeen tissues in one hand and a shred of our dignity and self-respect in the other.<\/span><\/p>\n

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It was, all along, a chaos delivery system with excellent packaging \u2014 and the only thing “out of the box”<\/em><\/span> about it is the fourth tissue you never asked for, standing up, taking a bow, absolutely delighted with itself.<\/p>\n

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