Comfortable using urinals.

Quite fine with it. I just want people...to follow the rules like the guy above said...if only this shit can be so much simpler...

 

Have you ever heard the joke that using a urinal is like being on a crowded elevator. Your just standing uncomfortably close to complete strangers, and now imagine that but with a penis in your hand, and the guy standing next to you has a mustache which makes more uncomfortable.

That's why I barely use public bathrooms, and if I do I use the stall

 

I don't mind using them, as long as there is at least one urinal between me and another person there, or if there are dividers, that actually cover the view to the neighbouring urinal. If not, I prefer to go to the stall.

 

And THIS is y I don't like to monkeybrains

 

Ha ha.

This has happened to me a few times and it really pisses me off.

 

I'm actually fine with urinals EXCEPT for when people come stand next to me and try to talk I'm like "seriously dude? I'm taking a piss here" or when people throw paper in the urinal and it clogs and smells like pee.

 

I am a stall man. Why do we have urinals?

 

I am proud to say I HAVE NEVER IN MY LIFE used a urinal. I don’t believe in them. My logic is if I don’t have one at home why should I use one in public. Honestly, in a very snotty way, I feel I’m too good for them. If I don’t have one at home...why should I use one in general?

 

no. Neeever.
Not happening.

 

as long they follow the 1 urinal-away rule then im fine--

 

Can't use them unless it's late at night and the restroom's bound to be completely empty. I'm even shy when using the stalls.

Heck, even in private, household washrooms I can't go if there's someone, even a family member, waiting on me.

 

I don't usually care, really not concerned about whether people look. Most times they don't, and if they do I will never see them again anyway. I need to pee and go.

 

Thank god I'm not the only one with ablutionary parformance anxiety. If there are no stalls and I'm forced to use an urinal I'll have this internal monologue of, "Bladder, please just be cool for once, we both know we can't last much longer. We're completely waterlogged, filled WAY past the plimsoll level." And then my bladder will be like, "LOL. No." So I have to pretend and walk out bow-legged with tears in my eyes.

Once on a 22 hour flight from NYC to Johannesburg I absolutely could not do anything in that small, vacuumy cublicle. I thought I was going to start crying.