I've never been one that is fond of bathrooms. I know that there are men who like to sit on their throne. I'm just not one of them. I prefer to get in, get out, & get on with my life. Its just not the most comfortable place in the home for me to read a magazine.
Plus, there are all the rules. I don't know why, but women rule in the realm of the bathroom. Men have to remember to put the seat back down all the time. Why can't it be that women have to remember to put the seat back up for us men?
I have to think that these discomforts have contributed to what I've just recently discovered as a joy in my life: outdoor urination. For the longest time, I couldn't really explain exactly why the simple act of peeing outside makes me happy. But after mulling it over, I think I have some good explanations.
Also, it's quicker. To go indoors, you have to go to the bathroom, close the door, turn on the fan, pull up the seat, unzip the fly, unleash the flow, possibly clean up any mis-aimed mess, flush, put the seat down, turn off the fan, and finally you're done. When going outdoors, it is much more simple. And I think I'm just a simple kind of man.
As for other upsides for peeing outdoors, I found this on a random blog that came up in my in-depth research:
I have an adult psychologist friend who found that peeing around the yard helped to keep off the stray dogs
Not a bad benefit.
To be completely frank, though, I think that a large part of the appeal is the thrill of doing something totally against generally accepted norms of 21st century civilization. It is similar to the thrill of eating something that was cooked over a fire instead of in an oven. We enjoy it almost more than the novelty itself would really warrant. And I believe this is so because it is an affirmation that our lives are sometimes unnecessarily complex. We wish for them to be more simple. And if a small, insignificant activity like urinating outdoors can make us feel liberated from all that hems us in -- even if only for a fleeting moment -- then ladies who didn't heed my warning: let us enjoy the tinge of joy we get from the call of nature.
Finally, I leave you with this. It was the funniest thing I read in my Yahoo! research tonight... a comment left on a blog about peeing outdoors...
That is how we made a breakthrough in potty training our son: we asked him to go water the tree in our yard. And it stuck, a little too well. It was a while before we convinced him that there were only certain trees he could pee on.