My inspiration for this blog started with a man I noticed on campus one day. Now, the title of this particular posting is a little bit misleading because he wasn't naked, but he was in fact changing clothes. Outside. In broad daylight. In a flowerbed. Now normally, if you're stuck somewhere and you need to change clothes I can understand the occasional public change. If and only if however, you took some care to, oh I don't know, make it a little less obvious. You see, when I walked up, all he had left to put on was his shirt, so it wasn't a huge deal but the fact that he was changing clothes isn't what made things weird. It was the fact that he felt it necessary to stand in a flowerbed to do so. I mean, if he had found a bush to hide behind I could understand but he was standing in nothing more than mulch and petunias; not exactly going to hide much now is it? I just thought it was exceptionally odd that when faced with the prospect of changing in public he just went ahead and did so... but still felt the need to have some semblance of shame or decency or whatever it was that made him step into a flowerbed that hid nothing from anyone. Oh well, at least he tried.