Why do some men dis other men who sit to pee? (& follow-up questions)
Why do some men dis other men who sit to pee? (& follow-up questions)
I'm not really looking to hear from people who don't think this way, with answers like "insecurity", "toxic masculinity", etc. I want to hear answers from men who really detest men who sit to pee.
Follow-up questions:
- when you have to piss while shitting, do you stand up turn around and piss on your shit and then sit back down to finish shitting?
- are you ever groggy in the morning?
- how clean is your toilet and surrounding floor, and whose job is cleaning it?
- what are your true passions in life?
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I actually can't pee with other people in the room, so public washrooms are a nightmare. But I learned that I can pee real easy in them while I'm sitting down to take a shit. So anytime I'm in one with other people, I just chill in the stall and pretend to take a shit. Might even fiddle with toilet paper after a while and flush just to keep the charade going.
Well, through that I learned that sitting to piss feels waayyyy fucking better. Especially in the middle of the night after crawling out of bed. I'm married, have a kid, and no longer care if people know I sometimes sit to pee.
Ugh, me, with a shy bladder, at intermission during Hamilton.
My eyes were turning yellow at Guns and Ships. Really thought I wouldn't make it. The line at the men's room was huge. Get in. Get to urinal. Can't.
Ugh.
End up leaving with bladder still full and getting back into line to get a stall and finish just in time. Couldn't even get another overpriced beer for the second act.
Catheter, adult diapers, or dehydrate yourself, haha. I hate places where there two urinals and one stall per 500 people during a 15 minute intermission.
I usually just dehydrate myself a bit if I know the restrooms are essentially out of service.
Also (sorry, but old guy here) the nozzle sometimes unexpectedly sprays sideways. It's no worry if you're sitting down, but if you're standing up you might've just wet your pants... or the pants of the unlucky schmoe at the neighboring urinal.