My darling husband, bless him, is gifted with the ability to restrain his farts. Yes, yes, he can "hold them" in. I'm actually kind of jealous. When I have to "toot", I can rarely hold back. Here's an embarrassing story for you. I went with my friend to the gym, for a free session with her trainer (a lovely young lady who looks like she's never had to diet in her life!), and we were down on the floor, in a very strange position, and suddenly, I farted! Yes, farted. Quite loudly, and quite prolonged. What do you do in these situations? I could only laugh, whilst cringing on the inside.
Burping seems to be much more socially acceptable. Maybe because, if you keep your mouth closed, it is so quiet. And generally, not stinky.
I don't know about the younger generation, but I was taught that polite behaviour was to ignore other people's bodily functions. Pretend you can't hear, see, or smell. Among friends, of course, this rule never applies, and one should always make the most of any opportunity to tease the offending party.
You know, I read somewhere that all of our natural bodily functions were meant to be pleasurable. I wasn't sure if I agreed with that or not, until one morning I really paid attention to just how good it feels to finally void my bladder after keeping it uncomfortably full all night. Be honest, folks! How many of you sigh in relief (and pleasure) when you finally get to "go"? Full stomachs feel better that empty ones. Releasing gas feels better than holding it in. Maybe that's why little kids are so happy about their poops. We say it's just gas when a newborn smiles; but maybe it's a real smile, of real pleasure, because the babe has released the gas? Just a thought.
Anyway, there is no real point to this blog. I just wanted to talk about farting.
(I hope my friends keep inviting me over.)
(I hope I still have friends, after this.)
Oh, well, that's what sailing too close to the wind is all about.
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