Avert your eyes, sinner!

Whilst riding on the bus today, I was standing holding the railing that goes overhead. I cast my eyes downward and realized that I could see straight down this girl's shirt. Not that they were the most magnificent breasts I had ever seen, but it was between that and the Polish immigrant reading the Polish newspaper and chuckling quietly to himself over its contents, so I was looking pretty intently.
I don't feel like I should apologize for these types of moments. I have no ill will towards this fortunately placed gal. I harbor no desires to defile her in any way. It's just nice to look at the breasts of pretty much any woman under the age of 50 and under the weight of 250. I like looking at clouds too. Granted, boobies is better, but it's basically the same principle. No matter what's going on in your life, taking a moment out of your day to look at clouds or breasts will set you back on the right path. It's a zen moment.
I understand that there is such a thing as looking for too long. It's best to think of the welcoming and completely revealed bosom as a Snickers candy bar that you have on a long trip. You take small bites (glances) every so often (depending on how long the bus ride is) and you make it last until your trip is over (semen coats the inside of your boxer shorts).
However, on one of my glances, I guess I just wanted to see how far down I could look, hoping to spot belly button, and instead stumbled upon the book that she was reading. The Holy Bible.
My face fell and I thought, "shit, she might as well be wearing a nun's habit now." It brought about a whole bunch of guilt, likely left over from my Catholic days. There are times when we men don't need anyone else to point out to us how disgusting and filthy minded we are. Times like these, or when you are mentally undressing a woman you've only seen from behind, and she turns around and you see that she's pregnant. Very pregnant. When you're the type of fellow who ogles as a part time job, you run into the situations from time to time.
So I felt bad and stopped looking down her shirt. It was only a few more seconds until the bus ride ended anyway. But what really stopped me was looking down at the Bible, seeing the red letters of the gospels, like tiny Jesus eyes looking back up at me. Like when you realize that someone has been watching you without your knowledge for quite some time.


"Hey, champ. You want to stop eye raping my daughter here? Since I died for your sins and all."