/lit/ - Literature

Earlier today I sat in a café in order to read in a nice atmosphere
and avoid having to cook for myself; but the whole thing did not turn
out that great, as at the table just opposite of mine a very large
girl, that I more and more suspected, as time went on, to actually be
a girl (male), was telling stuff to her friends without pause and in
such a loud voice that I could clearly understand almost every
word. At first I was able force my attention on my book with some
effort, but her talking culminated in a series of stories about SHIT
and I definitely could not blank that out.

It started bad enough with her relaying that she was not able to use
public toilets, and from that a story about some five hour train
travel she’d had to endure while badly needing to take a dump, ending
in, as far as I understood, her shitting her pants some 20 meters from
home.

But she went on to tell another story, about two female friends of
hers who’d had discovered "some Korean dish called Kimchichi or so"
and subsequently eaten nothing else for days. Apparently the three of
them had been in South America for surfing, then, and one of these
friends had the runs badly from all that Kimchi and could not help
evacuating herself when they were in the water. BUT, and that was
obviously the story’s grandiose punch line, somehow the "shit
particles" had not been able to penetrade her bathing suit, and instead
completely spread out between its fabric and her skin.

After such a fitting warm-up, the girl went on to give a rather vivid
account of the contents of infamous shit-related meme videos like
Brazilian Hardcore and 2-girls-1-cup, so now I can forgo ever watching
them, thank you very much.

I believe from there she was steering towards coprophagia and amateur
porn in general, but I’d really had enough, and left. I was kind of
worried about the contents of her talk mingling with the pretty
beautiful Gracque novel I had been meaning to read, but even switching
to my second readthrough of Tao Lin’s "EEEEE EEE EEEE" did not help
the whole issue much, even though that’d make for a great punch line.

In any case, the whole incident was probably the Lord’s punishment for
me looking at parts of SVDVD’s spectacular enema yoga JAV earlier, on
Christmas of all days. I’d actually been able to strike a compromise
with myself in regards to porn consumption over the holidays, settling
on at least only watching tame, non-degenerate videos. But somehow I’d
not thought of that anymore when my glance met the SVDVD-025 entry
inside the porn folder; and honestly I’d afterwards felt pretty
bad. So bad in fact that I’m not sure I feel punished enough yet.