Some enjoyable moments

Today, I went for my usual walk in the park near my house. It’s one of my favorite ways to unwind, surrounded by nature, breathing in the fresh air. The park is generally tranquil, with just the sounds of kids playing or ducks quacking by the pond. There’s a playground, some benches, and it’s all quite serene.

However, today’s walk took an unexpected turn. As I strolled along the path, something shiny and odd caught my eye on the ground. I thought it was just some litter at first, so I bent down to pick it up. To my utter disgust, it turned out to be a used condom. I dropped it right away, feeling sick to my stomach. Who would think to leave such things in a public space?

Looking around, I noticed there were more condoms, some still in wrappers, others discarded after use, along with pieces of stained underwear scattered across the grass. It seemed like a lot of people had turned this peaceful park into their private bedroom.

While I understand that some might enjoy the thrill of public spaces, for me, it’s just not the same. I prefer comfort and privacy, like in a bed. It makes me wonder if others have had similar experiences outdoors.