I believe every crisis is an opportunity, so I don’t dwell on things.
If I had to name one, it would be when all the research and analysis data I’d built up disappeared.
Akari
Probably when I’ve pooped my pants. It’s happened around 15 times in my life. Maybe more... I have a weak stomach.
After experiencing that kind of despair 15-plus times, you develop nerves of steel. Even if everyone around you turns against you, it doesn’t bother you at all.
That feeling of absolute doom when your stomach suddenly starts cramping and you feel like the poop is about to burst out of your butt. Then comes the inevitable despair... Compared with that, being criticized, mocked, or disliked as a respondent is nothing.
When it comes out with a “brrrplop,” and you’re praying, “Please, hold together in my underwear... I’m begging you...” as you pull down your pants in the nearest restroom—only to realize, while pulling them down, that your pants have already been hit... That feeling of despair is something else.
To get more specific, sometimes the poop holds together in your underwear, but when you pull down your pants, it drops onto the pants side and gets on your pants and legs. Anyone who’s been through it will know exactly what I mean.
Over the past year, three of my monthly partners—three different women—have told me, “I’m sorry. Another papa gave me an STI, so I need you to get tested.” The infections were chlamydia, mycoplasma, and syphilis.
Still, the despair was nowhere near as bad as pooping my pants.
Two of them—the women with chlamydia and mycoplasma—had been pressured into having unprotected sex with ejaculation inside, but I tested negative all three times. My stomach may be weak, but apparently my immune system is freakishly strong.
So if you spot a short, chubby, balding man walking through downtown Nagoya with his thighs pressed together at an oddly slow pace—or an old man speed-walking toward the woods during a round of golf—it might be me in the middle of pooping my pants. Please pretend you didn’t see me. m(__)m
P.S. As for smaller moments of despair, I guess it’s when I feel like I need to fart in the middle of being intimate with a monthly partner.
You seem pretty cheerful for someone who’s given up on everything＼(^o^)／
Exactly—let’s keep living cheerfully even when we’re desperate! I have no real reason, but it’s probably better that way lol
I queued up “Sanmon Shosetsu” at karaoke, and everyone cracked up as soon as it started lol I’m devastated (T_T)
It’s work. Even though I’m a full-time employee, I don’t get paid overtime, and it looks like I won’t be getting home until 11 p.m. tomorrow. Since I’m a manager, I guess it can’t be helped…
I’ll do my best to keep things friendly and peaceful! Thank you!
It doesn’t sound hopeless.
The questioner’s emoticon makes it seem like they’re having fun, though…
I wonder if something difficult happened. Don’t push yourself too hard, and enjoy yourself!
