Skin

Last night, I was walking from my tent to the shower house, to get my daily clean on of course! I was almost at the well-lite oasis when a voice came out of the gloom. A bespectacled man in dark clothe pointed at me as if were a leper and cried, "Put a shirt on when going to the shower house, for God's sake!"

Stunned. Are they really that afraid of skin? I mean, it is just the upper torso of a reasonably fit male. Its not like I was running around in the buff, prancing like some Greek dryad. Hell, I mean, I only wear pants cause I figured it was the decent thing to do. As Nietzsche would comment, he called me out because he was scared of my nobility and is impotence.

That is all.