It’s embarrassing, really. If I eat the bad stuff, I issue forth silent but oh so deadly farts. If I eat good foot, they don’t smell at all but the resulting triumphant blat could rouse a dead person from the grave.
It’s not that it’s anything new, but I’m noticing it more because I am working on eating better food. So yesterday when I ate two packets of the high fiber oatmeal, I’d be sitting in my office, feel the urge and delicately lift one cheek, only to blush furiously and hope like hell no one is walking by. (I also sat hoping madly that no one would come into the bathroom a few hours later, but that’s another lieu story.)
So what’s worse? The loud non-toxic farts? The silent poisonous ones? I actually think they’re about the same in terms of embarrassment. Since I have my own office, if anyone hears or smells anything, obviously there’s no doubt as to the identity of the guilty culprit.
Mundane? Yes. Pointless? Definitely. Stuff I Must Share? TMI, of course, but yes. If anyone wants to add some stories so at least I won’t feel alone.