i mean its just such a disgusting act, no matter how much you try to 'not think about it' and pretend your a civilized, respectable, clean cut higher life form, the fact is is that that steaming pile of coiled forest-green snakes sitting in the bowl came out of you , as did the rotting meat odor filling the room. you had to clean the shit off your ass with handfuls of wadded up paper. then you pull up your pants, wash your hands and stroll back into the office as if nothing just happened, as if you didnt just create that atrocity in the restroom a few yards away.
i feel like i lose a little bit of humanity and dignity everytime i go make a shit. its like it reminds you that you are really nothing more than a stinking monkey type animal.
