You know, the primitives whining about this reminds me of something else, and how I handle it.
I live way out in the country, alone, way out in the middle of nowhere in an already sparsely-populated area. Given my location, there’s a reasonable expectation of privacy; nobody’s around to see me.
And given the way of life out here, certainly not between 10 p.m. and 6 a.m.
But there’s been about a couple dozen instances the eight years I’ve lived here, when I’ve gotten up early, say circa 4:30 or 5:00, and am making coffee in the kitchen or standing on the back porch admiring the scenery of the Sandhills while having a “wake-up†cigarette when, as if out of thin air, some stranger’s walked in on me.
Now, I’m just average looking, nothing special. franksolich naked looks just like what the Bennyboy primitive naked looks like…..
…..that is, if the Bennyboy primitive lost about 125 pounds and had a flat stomach.
But rather than whining about being caught exposed, one just shrugs it off.
Excresence happens. One doesn’t like it, but one’s used to it.
I suggest that if the primitives adopted my attitude about many things, they’d find life a great deal easier.