Urination of men in toilets is fascinating to observe. Well, let me start by assuring you that I observe only the men and not their urination and I have roughly categorised them into three.
First are the ashamed urinators, those whose behaviour would suggest they have something to hide about their urination. Of course, they have lots to hide while peeing but nothing to be ashamed of. Everyone pees.They want to get done with this unpleasant job as quickly as possible and probably fear they might get caught in the act by someone, though on what grounds, I have scarcely a clue. Perhaps they're smuggling drugs in their underwear :P
Second, the diligent urinators. They come like men possessed, their target firmly in their sight and perform their task with absolute sincerity. Their eyes disclose a certain passion for this natural process of waste removal. Fixed on the job, they will never slip up. They make sure there's not a stray drop. Make sure they hit their target, no missing it as kids do.
The third are the dreamy urinators, the ones who enjoy life and see emptying their tanks as just a mild break in their fun and games and joyously welcome these breaks. Not a fibre of their brain is thinking of the task on hand. The outflow has become natural and doesn't require any concentration. Their heads oscillate as they muse on all topics under the sun. They look all around, occasionally peep downwards, just to make sure the jet is on target. When they're done, the zip shuts with an extravagant, flamboyant motion and they wet the whole toilet while attempting to wash their hands. Very little of their time is spent dwelling on the urination, unlike the other two.
I would say I belong to the last category, made obvious by the fact that I actually observe the people around me and enough to waste my time typing out a post on the way people pee.