S#*t like no one can hear

I remember when Ems and I were cycling through Germany I went to a camping ground toilet to do a number 2.  Pooing in public places had always created a bizarre embarrassment for me, I would hate the idea that anyone could hear me actually doing what I was there to do.  This got so ridiculous that at times if I needed to display any exertion I would wait for the hand-dryer to go so my efforts wouldn’t be heard. 

So there I was in a German caravan park toilet quietly going about my business when a gentleman sat down in the cubicle next to me, what followed could only be akin to the sound of child birth more particularly the sound I would imagine a Hungarian, or for that matter a German, weightlifter would make during child birth.  The man sounded like he was grunting and groaning for his country. Over the coming weeks it seemed this level of audible effort and self-motivation when doing the business was a common trait for Germans (for at least those who spent time in caravan parks). So it wasn’t long before I decided to give it a go and I tell you what it was like an epiphany.  It was like being liberated as I grunted and groaned along with my German brothers.

The liberation came not from the ease of doing what your there to do (although I can recommend some verbal encouragement to anyone who may suffer slight constipation) rather the liberation came from not considering what faceless men may think of my actions. 

How often do we do things or not do things for fear of what some unknown stranger may or may not think of us? 

We worry about unknown peoples thoughts and opinions. Perhaps too much.

S#*t like no one can hear.