Every time I run by my profile, it reminds me i haven't posted a blog yet. It wasn't that i was intentionally rude, i have nothing to blog. I live a very mundane life (think KINKS "soap opera") and I am very shallow any more with out deep thoughts. But I was at my verymost favoritist SG in the entire universe, and noticed on her profile statement that she can't poop in public. Something to write about.
Growing up, I would have exploded before i would have been ale to take a dump in a public restroom. My kids were he same way though I encouraged them to avail themselves of the public facilities. I realize that that this is a very basic distiction in all of us, either we would rather get are nipples pierced than use a public restroom, ( bad site to use this expression ), or we have no qualms about public toilets.
And yet just 2 weeks ago, I had a using a toilet in public dream. ( I don't mean public toilet, I mean a throne with no walls, no reason for being there and lots of people going by.) Does Everybody Have These Dreams? Only publicpotphobiacs? I now use public toilets regularly and I thought without trepidation.
Does my verymost favoritist SG have dreams like these?
Or was I just too stuffed with pizza to sleep comfortably? Do I need to see a shrink?
There are two things that do upset me about public restrooms. At work, we have a multi-person john that has a door that can be left open or closed. I can go in with door shut, shut door, see person washing hands (or exiting without), go into stall AND HEAR SAID PERSON EXITING WITHOUT SHUTTING THE DARN DOOR.
How rude.
The other thing that upsets me, people go into the restroom, scrub there hands with a vengeance, go piss, don't wash after pissing, then offer me food on the work floor from ther hand. These are people who are supposed to be my friends. WTF. Do they think they have the immaculate peen?
and now that the topic keeps degenerating, when I was a grad student at iowa state in the mid 70's, some one kept writing the name of one of the professors in the urinal. We assumed it was to symbolically piss on them.
Finally, one of the grad students walked into one of the restrooms in Carver Hall and caught the guy in the act of writing the prof's name. It was the prof. He had some kind of ego problem and was writing his own name in the urinals. Lot of mixed up dudes and dudettes out there .
Does anyone read this crap?
Growing up, I would have exploded before i would have been ale to take a dump in a public restroom. My kids were he same way though I encouraged them to avail themselves of the public facilities. I realize that that this is a very basic distiction in all of us, either we would rather get are nipples pierced than use a public restroom, ( bad site to use this expression ), or we have no qualms about public toilets.
And yet just 2 weeks ago, I had a using a toilet in public dream. ( I don't mean public toilet, I mean a throne with no walls, no reason for being there and lots of people going by.) Does Everybody Have These Dreams? Only publicpotphobiacs? I now use public toilets regularly and I thought without trepidation.
Does my verymost favoritist SG have dreams like these?
Or was I just too stuffed with pizza to sleep comfortably? Do I need to see a shrink?
There are two things that do upset me about public restrooms. At work, we have a multi-person john that has a door that can be left open or closed. I can go in with door shut, shut door, see person washing hands (or exiting without), go into stall AND HEAR SAID PERSON EXITING WITHOUT SHUTTING THE DARN DOOR.
How rude.
The other thing that upsets me, people go into the restroom, scrub there hands with a vengeance, go piss, don't wash after pissing, then offer me food on the work floor from ther hand. These are people who are supposed to be my friends. WTF. Do they think they have the immaculate peen?
and now that the topic keeps degenerating, when I was a grad student at iowa state in the mid 70's, some one kept writing the name of one of the professors in the urinal. We assumed it was to symbolically piss on them.
Finally, one of the grad students walked into one of the restrooms in Carver Hall and caught the guy in the act of writing the prof's name. It was the prof. He had some kind of ego problem and was writing his own name in the urinals. Lot of mixed up dudes and dudettes out there .
Does anyone read this crap?
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