DRIP...DRip...drip

I just refuse to believe that I am the only man on earth to experience this annoying...thing. Is this topic vulgar? Tasteless? Perhaps. But, who cares. I shall expose it to the world, for all to know and sympathize. I like to pee. It feels good to get rid of waste, and feel lighter and cleaner afterwards. What I dislike, is those few drops of tinkle that refuse to come out, until you place your...thing, back into your drawers. It feels empty, your bladder feels relief, but as soon as it goes back, perhaps it is the gravity that is working here, those few remaining drops of urine splash out onto the floor, or worse yet, onto your trousers. I don't like this. I don't like this one bit. It is not as if I am rushing to get over this daily ritual, and am leaving some pee still in my body. I take my time, and in my mind, I can hear voices say, "All clear!" Wrong. The voices are wrong, like when they tell me to speed up and cut someone off on the open road, or when I hear them saying, "You would look great in that dress." I can no longer trust them. Tinkling on the front of your pants is wrong. Why would my body and my mind do this to me? Don't I have enough to worry about? Like which color skirt makes my butt look smaller.