I can sit calmly and peacefully anywhere and simply think my thoughts except the bathroom and then I find I need to be occupied with something else. I can’t just sit and do my business and think peaceful thoughts and apparently Bill can’t either because he has to have his motorcycle books to look at and I have my poker game. I have a small stool near the throne that holds our bathroom necessities.

I’m sure many people occupy themselves in different ways. I was at a Realtors office that I knew and had to use their bathroom and I was astonished to see telephones installed in there right next to the toilet. That is where I would have to draw the line, I can not be trying to rid my body of toxins and talk to someone on the phone at the same time although I have heard many women in the stalls next to me talking on their cell phones.

That’s like an invasion of privacy for me, it’s bad enough when your in a public bathroom with a bunch of stalls and women. I must be weird because I can not poop in public nor in anyone’s house I have to wait till I get home for that part, but I can’t hold my water that long so I’m forced to use public bathrooms from time to time. I have a heck of a time when we go on trips unless we stay in a motel because I’ll go a week without pooping.

I know people actually can poop in public because I hear them grunting and breaking wind and stinking the whole place up, now that’s just rude. What’s even more rude is if they are just finishing up when I stop in to pee and leave before I can get out of there and someone else comes in and thinks I was that horrible smelly person. That’s just downright embarrassing, then you have them pointing you out to their mate all over the store.

I know people do that because Bill bless his heart points out those smelly men to me, like I really care. He’s also like me he can’t go in public, but it doesn’t seem to bother most men they go no matter where they are. They also don’t seem to have any problem or remorse when they break wind either, they actually think it’s funny and then they try to blame it on the woman. Everyone knows that a woman will pass out from trying to hold it in, so don’t even go there.

I once worked with a girl in Tennessee that had me and everyone cracking up. Every living soul burps from both ends, but this girl swore up and down that she had never done either. I try to believe what people tell me, but that was a little over the top. I know I’m weird and even when I’m in the bathroom at home I have to have the door shut and know that Bill is out of hearing distance before I am comfortable enough to do what I went in there for.

Why in the world would I want someone to read this? Because I’m curious to know if there are other people out there like me, nosey and personal aren’t I? This post actually falls under my last post “Thanks For Reading My Drivel.”