Name: Anonymous 2006-06-23 23:34
how can you respect someone who shits their pants? it happened to me by accident today. It was pretty shitty. I was away from my house and had to go so bad, I hate using public bathrooms and almost consider it a sin to shit in one, but I had no choice, I was running all over looking for a bathroom.. but anyway, so just as I'm entering a bathroom I try to close the door and.. it won't lock and I'm freaking out and its jammed and.. before I could do anything the floodgates were open, the sinister feces lurking in my bowels had plowed its way into the world. It was kind of surreal. standing there, a grown man by any other means, knowing I just shit my pants. So I eventually made it to the toilet and cleaned up some.. this was just the beginning of a rather long and arduous day. After I kind of finished, I'm half covered with shit, my boxers are dirty, it was horrible. So I start to try and clean up, I'm standing there in this public bathroom with nothing but my socks and shirt on cleaning shit off of myself, my jeans. Can you imagine what its like? The cleaning didn't work for what its worth. I had a huge stain up and down the back of my pants, if anyone saw it, there would be one thought that would jump straight to their mind.. that man just shit his pants. I was disgraced, I didn't really know what to think, I was completely alone, away from my house, from any change of clothes, just hoping that I could manage to get out of this situation unscathed. So I did what any rational human being would do, knowing I couldn't walk around in broad day light with shit down my pants I decided I would have to wait it out until nightfall came. It was only about six hours away. Its kind of hard to be optimistic under these circumstances, but believe me I tried.. I've been through a lot of shit but this was beyond it all. It was really ironic as well.. God was up there having a laugh about the whole thing, rubbing it in. I figured one of the few things that would help was if it started raining and I could get soaking wet and it would cover up any sign of the deed. But no. There were thunderstorms and lightning, rain and wind everywhere, except for the small area where I was, I swear every rain cloud managed to stay just far enough away from me. It was kind of cruel. But anyway, so I waited until it got dark, made a stealth walk back to my house. After scouting around to make sure there wasn't anyone around, I darted into my room and changed. I managed to get through the day without anyone becoming any wiser to what happened. I got a lot of strange looks from people who were walking around where I was, wondering why I was sitting in the same spot for hours on end. But I got out safe enough, to share it with you all at 4chan. Kind of my question is just, how do you deal with something like that on a rational level? In a way I kind of lost a lot of respect for myself, honestly, who shits their pants? Its pretty shitty. and.. also somewhat related, why is it that I don't mind sharing this with all of you anonymously but to have anyone know it happened to me in real life would devestate my state of mind to no end. Well.. sorry for this disturbing, horrendous piece of history thats been displayed here. Believe me, it was a lot worse to actually live through it, but then again I suppose I'm the one to blame for it all. In some ways its opened my eyes to a lot of things, its hard to judge people after you've shit your pants. Its kind of as bad as it gets. Which is another good thing, I feel like since this was one of the worst days of my life it can only get better.