As an awkard person I’ll admit that it would reassure me somewhat. I mean, I wasn’t going to but I’m glad it’s an option. It’s like feeling being accepted despite messing up before potentially messing up, which allows us to skip that dreadful moment between messing up and being either forgiven or despised. And come on, imagine shitting in a closet by, uh, mistake, and not fully expecting that your entire social live is now in ruins and you need to delete all of your social media and move to different country. It could be worded better, sure, but it’s a neat gesture.
Not gay, I just fear the idea of being around another human. I am incapable of romance.
That’s fair, humans suck.
Source, I’m human and I suck (not literally).
It’s easy. Just pretend everyone is a cat.
“Hey don’t worry about shitting in the closet; I’ll scoop it up later.”
As an awkard person I’ll admit that it would reassure me somewhat. I mean, I wasn’t going to but I’m glad it’s an option. It’s like feeling being accepted despite messing up before potentially messing up, which allows us to skip that dreadful moment between messing up and being either forgiven or despised. And come on, imagine shitting in a closet by, uh, mistake, and not fully expecting that your entire social live is now in ruins and you need to delete all of your social media and move to different country. It could be worded better, sure, but it’s a neat gesture.
15 years later
“Hey, the closet shitter is here! Man, remember that time you shit in my closet?”
dissociates
I had a flatmate once the sleep walked and pissed in the hall closet once.
We called them ‘Pisscloset’ from that day forth.
I think the cops would show up if I just randomly give a stranger head pats after allowing them smell my finger.
Can I have some pats please
Best I can manage
If you just wanna squeeze it for a while that’s good too
Hey some people pay good money for that kind of service
Found the cat.