Yesterday I took my pants off to brush my teeth. It was just me. My shirt. No pants. No underwear. I don't know why I did it. I hoped that a reason would appear but it did not. It felt good to brush my teeth like winnie the pooh. It felt like my ♥♥♥♥ was trying to hide my balls from me, but that was a good thing for some reason. Like my ♥♥♥♥ was trying to keep from having to stare directly at my balls while I brushed my teeth. Like a parent shielding a childs eyes from an R rated movie. I suppose I could also have not taken my pants off to brush my teeth and that would have also solved the problem, but that wouldn't have made me feel like my ♥♥♥♥ was protecting me... It wasn't until hours later when I thought "why did my balls end up being the bad guys in this story? they did nothing wrong? Maybe the ♥♥♥♥ was the bad guy keeping the balls from being seen as their beautiful selves, the way society hides fat people except on tv when they go "Hey look how fat this fat person is"... Or maybe I was the bad guy pitting my ♥♥♥♥ and balls against each other as i brushed my teeth. My point is that it was a great lesson on empathy and viewing things from other peoples perspective.