I was out walking with Kelly this morning. We started out by walking through the tiny forest here in the residential area. Kelly enjoys it because there is a lot to sniff and I release the flexi leash so she has 6 meters of freedom.
There it was, in the middle of the trees and bushes: a chair with the seat missing, a toilet paper roll hanging on a branch next to it, and some used toilet paper underneath the chair. Obviously someone created their own little outhouse right there in the middle of a residential area. As far as I know there aren't any homeless people here, but I suppose you never know. It could be some kids that like to hang out there and drink. Whoever it was, I think it was quite an ingenious idea actually. Very resourceful. Amusing, seeing how it's located about 10 feet away from the road. Amusing and odd. I like odd. Odd is very appealing to me.
As we emerge out of the tiny forest and hit the pavement we encounter the usual glass shards from people breaking bottles and the glass on bus shelters. This is not so appealing, especially not if you have a dog and the dog cuts up its paws. I just don't understand it. What is so amusing about breaking glass? This is a global fascination, and I do believe it's a male thing. For some reason, younger guys find this so cool. Spending your Friday and Saturday night getting hammered and going around throwing empty beer bottles or vodka bottles on the ground must be the ultimate kick. Even more exciting is tackling a bus shelter and smashing its glass so that the entire pavement is covered in shards for people and animals to step in. You know you're really living when you do that! It's right up there with doodling nonsense on walls and public property. How cool! We're all so impressed.
As we move on we walk past an empty ketchup bottle that's laying on the ground. Did someone sit there and just squeeze the stuff right down their gullet and then toss it aside when it was empty?
At 11:00am the church bells rang, and once again this heathen did not attend service. I always tell myself around Christmas when I attend Christmas mass that I should start going to service more often, but then I never do. Not that I believe that God exists only in church, but it can be uplifting to go.
I didn't see it this time, but I used to walk through this tunnel where somebody had cleverly written on the wall: "I piss here". I thought that was rather ingenious too in its own, crude way. It might be childish and I hate public urination, but that somebody would write that on a wall is amusing.
By the way, at this supposedly fancy party I went to on Thursday, guests were standing outside urinating on the wall. There were perfectly good washrooms inside but for some reason they felt they needed to piss outside. And not just on the ground, but on the wall! Why the wall? It's much less likely to wash out with the rain there. If you're going to piss outside, at least do it on the ground. But no, guys do it on the wall. It just goes to show, no matter how much money they earn or how advanced they are in their career, give a guy a few drinks and he'll show you that he's just as much of a bozo as the next person. Deep down we're all animals controlled by the id lurking underneath the surface.
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