Pervs
"What is this?"
"I think it's some kind of toilet. Sure stinks."
"I'll say. And what's with all the fuckin' windows?? What kind of person would look in at this sorta thing?"
"More like who would let others look in on it?"
"Seriously. It looks like we've come across something extremely sordid here: public defecation and the perverts who wanna look in on it."
"Well, in all honesty, no one said you had to let others watch you. See? There are shutters on most of the windows."
"That's true, I suppose. Ah, you know me and my self-righteousness; my tendency to detach just so I can criticize something I'm part of."
"Uh huh. And your precious egocentricity."
I eyed him.
"For example, this was supposed to be a subtle metaphor, but you turned it into self-analysis."
"Isn't that what this fuckin' room is for?"
"Self-analysis? Sure. Of course. But my point is that you started out with something entirely non ego-centric in mind."
"Ah," I conceded. "But isn't that fitting?"
"Huh?" he asked with un-interest.
"I ended up centering the metaphor of a public out-house around myself. Very fitting indeed."
He looked at me blankly for a moment. "Okay, now I'm starting to get tired of you. Your self-derision is another one of your vulgar tendencies that I just cannot fucking stand."
"Oh yeah? What's so irritating about it?"
"How could you yourself not find it irritating?! It's still so selfish and vain, but at least those usually have a positive spin. That shit you do when you rail yourself is just depressing. It could bring angels down."
"Yeah, well..."
"Oh, just shut the fuck up and let's get the hell out of here. It fucking reeks in here and class starts in about fifteen minutes."
"Alright alright - just... give me a second... here..."
...
"Done?"
"Yeah, I guess that's all I can do right now. Let's bolt."
"Are ya gonna leave the windows open on this one?"
"Sure. I haven't done this for a whole week. Might as well, if for nothing other than a sign that I was here."
"I think it's some kind of toilet. Sure stinks."
"I'll say. And what's with all the fuckin' windows?? What kind of person would look in at this sorta thing?"
"More like who would let others look in on it?"
"Seriously. It looks like we've come across something extremely sordid here: public defecation and the perverts who wanna look in on it."
"Well, in all honesty, no one said you had to let others watch you. See? There are shutters on most of the windows."
"That's true, I suppose. Ah, you know me and my self-righteousness; my tendency to detach just so I can criticize something I'm part of."
"Uh huh. And your precious egocentricity."
I eyed him.
"For example, this was supposed to be a subtle metaphor, but you turned it into self-analysis."
"Isn't that what this fuckin' room is for?"
"Self-analysis? Sure. Of course. But my point is that you started out with something entirely non ego-centric in mind."
"Ah," I conceded. "But isn't that fitting?"
"Huh?" he asked with un-interest.
"I ended up centering the metaphor of a public out-house around myself. Very fitting indeed."
He looked at me blankly for a moment. "Okay, now I'm starting to get tired of you. Your self-derision is another one of your vulgar tendencies that I just cannot fucking stand."
"Oh yeah? What's so irritating about it?"
"How could you yourself not find it irritating?! It's still so selfish and vain, but at least those usually have a positive spin. That shit you do when you rail yourself is just depressing. It could bring angels down."
"Yeah, well..."
"Oh, just shut the fuck up and let's get the hell out of here. It fucking reeks in here and class starts in about fifteen minutes."
"Alright alright - just... give me a second... here..."
...
"Done?"
"Yeah, I guess that's all I can do right now. Let's bolt."
"Are ya gonna leave the windows open on this one?"
"Sure. I haven't done this for a whole week. Might as well, if for nothing other than a sign that I was here."