The greatest unsolved mystery of all time are the identities of the people who write on the walls of bathroom stalls. Beyond grade two, it is not an appropriate form of rebellious self expression. Yet, I find myself in university, and people are still writing poems, confessions, motivational and unmotivational phrases on the walls. It makes me question whether this really is 'higher learning'.
There's this one bathroom graffiti in the english department at my school (not even conveniently located) that reads "you are beautiful" with a little flower illustration and it makes me so mad. Maybe I just need to learn how to take a compliment but it's like, you're a fucking wall. You don't know me. You don't even have eyes. And whoever wrote that doesn't know me, and if they do, I need to hang out with different people.
Also: poetry. Whats up with bathroom poetry? Its not an okay outlet. You're not going to gain a following that way. "Really love your choice of enjambment in the second stanza between 'shadow' and 'tears'", said no one ever in response to bathroom poetry. "That was really inspiring and original work in the sixth stall from the left" said another person never. I think it is the one art form that is exclusively bad.
Thats a pretty groundbreaking feat if you think about it. An entire genre of awful work. Way to be, bathroom scribblings.
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