I don't like it. Don't like when I do it or when others do it. But I still do it. Can't really stop it. It happens more when I'll have to go to the bathroom soon. It's like using the toilet. Don't like it, either.
If I'm around others then I'll hold it, but sometimes a little slips out.
I usually want to side with nature on things because I think we control it too much. But on this issue I'm like well why not? Give us a pill and no more flatulence? Might be worth it, maybe?
It's one thing to take a flatulence pill for a night out with the girlfriend, but it's a whole other ball game to take a flatulence pill every day so you don't irritate her in the bed. Moreso, she probably needs to pass some too. I think when it comes to practical matters like marriage, people let things like this slide.
A night out with the girlfriend to pretend you're something you're not is fun? Yes. Practical? No. I think everybody needs to do fantasy sometimes, though. It's not good to be too practical about things. On the other hand, being too obsessive about attaining your fantasies is completely unhealthy and will do you in.
No one has to be reminded there're more important things than worrying about some flatulence. Vanities aren't virtuous. I've afforded myself already far more indulgences than should be permitted.
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