Okay, look. I understand that there are people out there who are paranoid about germs. I suppose if you’re going to be paranoid about something, germs are as good a thing as any to be paranoid about, so I try to look past this.
And although I know that tissue paper does not, in fact, possess any antiseptic qualities, and that placing a layer of it upon a toilet seat prior to sitting on it will not particularly protect one from the horrible toilet-seat germs that the rest of us somehow manage to overcome – fine, whatever. We all have our own psychological crutches to bear, and if a ring of toilet paper somehow manages to temporarily curb your fear of germ-inflicted death… well, maybe it’s a bit wasteful, but what the hell, I can overlook that too.
But just because I tolerate said tiny piece of everyday insanity should not lead one to conclude that I am particularly interested in sitting on your buttsweat-encrusted paper-pulp barrier-wad, people. If you really feel the need to cushion yourself from the evils of buttgivitis with an ass-crown of white tissue, okay, but for fuck’s sake flush it afterwards.