Shit-Talking I feel it is my duty to mention another of my pet peeves which has become all too ubiquitous nowadays, in hopes that I might nip this behavior in the bud and prevent such an awkward fate from befalling others
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yeah, the thing is, even though I live in the dorms, I can't make anything other than a dainty tinkle if there are any other occupied stalls... so I fortunately never am in the position to talk about brad and jen (or mary kate or anything) mid defecation.
and yeah, it's better that way.
but talking while peeing makes it easier for me, because I have a shy bladder and sitting there in silence with a friend's feet showing next door is so much more awkward.
In the dorms here - my friend Mike is an RA, so I'm up there every once in awhile - they make these "Dorm Update" sheets, that they tape to the inside of the stall door. It's basically reading material, but I think it is far more appropriate.
Not only is there an absence of talking, but something to keep oneself distracted from whatever other unwholesome sounds emanate forth.
Hey, lemme call you back. Some guy thinks I’m talking to him. Yeah, I know. Bye.
OMG. I am dying.
Also, I've heard of men's public urinals where everyone stands around what is essentially a circular sink with a low pillar in the middle. FACING EACH OTHER. I don't know how you guys do it.
But I guess it's happened to enough other people, I've read jokes about similar things happening, and I'm sure a thousand other blogs have some version of this, too.
You just never think it will happen to you.
Consequently, I changed my story a little bit - in reality, he didn't hang up right away, but said something along the lines of "Yeah, he's a fucking retard." I figured that was implied enough as it is, so I left it out.
As for round sinks, or open pits, or anything else, I won't pee there. I'd sooner find a dying shrub.
It gets on my nerves so much when people talk in the bathroom. It's even worse to be talking to a friend on the phone only to hear them make grunts, and to hear them say, "Sorry, I'm droppin' a deuce." Very gross. I'm just happy to see that someone else feels the same way I do!
I hate when people actually succeed in making me feel like an idiot.
It's like talking shit about someone and not realizing they're walking behind you until they run in front, turn around, say something that catches you totally off-guard, and strides away while you wither in caught-in-the-act shame.
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and yeah, it's better that way.
but talking while peeing makes it easier for me, because I have a shy bladder and sitting there in silence with a friend's feet showing next door is so much more awkward.
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Not only is there an absence of talking, but something to keep oneself distracted from whatever other unwholesome sounds emanate forth.
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OMG. I am dying.
Also, I've heard of men's public urinals where everyone stands around what is essentially a circular sink with a low pillar in the middle. FACING EACH OTHER. I don't know how you guys do it.
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But I guess it's happened to enough other people, I've read jokes about similar things happening, and I'm sure a thousand other blogs have some version of this, too.
You just never think it will happen to you.
Consequently, I changed my story a little bit - in reality, he didn't hang up right away, but said something along the lines of "Yeah, he's a fucking retard." I figured that was implied enough as it is, so I left it out.
As for round sinks, or open pits, or anything else, I won't pee there. I'd sooner find a dying shrub.
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Very gross. I'm just happy to see that someone else feels the same way I do!
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That's horrible, admitting it? People had better lie to me. Let me think it's the sink. I don't care.
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It's like talking shit about someone and not realizing they're walking behind you until they run in front, turn around, say something that catches you totally off-guard, and strides away while you wither in caught-in-the-act shame.
Not that, like, that's happened before.
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right?
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