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Tell us your bathroom habits and OCD behavior.
I ONLY shower. Taking a bath? What am I, five? Why the fuck you'd want to sit naked in a bath tub is beyond me. Sitting in your own filth. The thought of that itself gives me the creeps. A hot tub jacuzzi is an entirely different story, as you will usually be semi-clothed.
Taking shits in public is a no go, even in hotels. You know what goes on in there because you yourself cause some of it. Who isn't guilty of leaving a little #1 dribble on a mcdnalds seat that nobody should be sitting on anyway? Especially when they don't stock any paper... Am I supposed to wipe it with my bare hand? Somebody gets paid to clean that. In fact, it's probably a nice quiet little break for them, to be alone for a minute.
I refuse to communicate while in a bathroom, especially a workplace bathroom. I'm not talking on the phone, or even texting. Other than a quick nod and a quiet first-time "hey" for the day walking in or out, there is no communication to be made until you get out to the hallway. No don't talk to me at the sink, faggot. You're not out of the woods yet. There are others theoretically taking pisses and shits in this room, shut the fuck up. (Not to be off topic but I also have venomous hatred for older men at the gym who linger for too long, walk around naked, sit there bare-ass, grunt, make loud noises, etc.)
I had a childhood phobia of breathing inside a bathroom. My instinct was always try to hold your breath, so as to not breath in any shit-and-piss oxygen. (I know a lot of you won't relate and open your mouths wide in bathroom stalls.) I quickly learned how to time flushing so the shit barely touches the bowl. She gone. No smell, right down the hatch.
My most unrelatable serial killer bathroom habit is that I always lay toiler paper down on the seat, even at home. It keeps my rump nice and warm. And as an american I have the right to be comfortable while others may suffer for it.
Another childhood phobia I had was for downs syndrome people, and burn victims. My parents had taken me to a mall mcdonalds that employed a downie of an unknown gender, once I saw them walk by sweeping the floors... I held my breath and could only envision the retard making my food. Really anyone with a deformity, I saw them as a demonic entity. There was this old burn victim guy in our neighborhood who would always stand outside. It was like he was taunting everyone. Why are you standing there? You know you're scaring people. I wasn't really a fan of the fake santa thing either, or clowns. I think the source of that fear is the fact it was adults dressing and acting ridiculously. "How could this ever happen?" These adults are quite transparently trying to be deceptive, and somehow the kids are wrong for picking up on that vibe?
I always wear two pairs of socks layered like Tony Cumia shirts. Try it sometime, I think you will find it adds some nice cushioning for your tootsies, and your shoes might even last longer.
I ONLY shower. Taking a bath? What am I, five? Why the fuck you'd want to sit naked in a bath tub is beyond me. Sitting in your own filth. The thought of that itself gives me the creeps. A hot tub jacuzzi is an entirely different story, as you will usually be semi-clothed.
Taking shits in public is a no go, even in hotels. You know what goes on in there because you yourself cause some of it. Who isn't guilty of leaving a little #1 dribble on a mcdnalds seat that nobody should be sitting on anyway? Especially when they don't stock any paper... Am I supposed to wipe it with my bare hand? Somebody gets paid to clean that. In fact, it's probably a nice quiet little break for them, to be alone for a minute.
I refuse to communicate while in a bathroom, especially a workplace bathroom. I'm not talking on the phone, or even texting. Other than a quick nod and a quiet first-time "hey" for the day walking in or out, there is no communication to be made until you get out to the hallway. No don't talk to me at the sink, faggot. You're not out of the woods yet. There are others theoretically taking pisses and shits in this room, shut the fuck up. (Not to be off topic but I also have venomous hatred for older men at the gym who linger for too long, walk around naked, sit there bare-ass, grunt, make loud noises, etc.)
I had a childhood phobia of breathing inside a bathroom. My instinct was always try to hold your breath, so as to not breath in any shit-and-piss oxygen. (I know a lot of you won't relate and open your mouths wide in bathroom stalls.) I quickly learned how to time flushing so the shit barely touches the bowl. She gone. No smell, right down the hatch.
My most unrelatable serial killer bathroom habit is that I always lay toiler paper down on the seat, even at home. It keeps my rump nice and warm. And as an american I have the right to be comfortable while others may suffer for it.
Another childhood phobia I had was for downs syndrome people, and burn victims. My parents had taken me to a mall mcdonalds that employed a downie of an unknown gender, once I saw them walk by sweeping the floors... I held my breath and could only envision the retard making my food. Really anyone with a deformity, I saw them as a demonic entity. There was this old burn victim guy in our neighborhood who would always stand outside. It was like he was taunting everyone. Why are you standing there? You know you're scaring people. I wasn't really a fan of the fake santa thing either, or clowns. I think the source of that fear is the fact it was adults dressing and acting ridiculously. "How could this ever happen?" These adults are quite transparently trying to be deceptive, and somehow the kids are wrong for picking up on that vibe?
I always wear two pairs of socks layered like Tony Cumia shirts. Try it sometime, I think you will find it adds some nice cushioning for your tootsies, and your shoes might even last longer.
