What is it about our own farts and crap?
For some reason, the smell of other peoples farts is nasty, but my own farts just smell of home cooking.
In the restroom at work, other peoples crapping makes me feel nauseous, but the smell of my own crap seems quite comforting, like a warm blanket with which I cosset myself.
Is there a special stink-o-meter in our brains which can seek out our own bodily outputs?
Please tell me I’m not alone… and if I am, is there a support group I can join?
You’re not alone. I can’t say as I find my own bodily emissions as comforting as you seem to find yours, but I definitely don’t find them as noxious as other peoples’. I don’t know why. Maybe it’s so we don’t just kill ourselves because we’re so disgusted with ourselves, or something.
Perhaps it has to do with the fact that smells are physical: it’s someone else’s bodily functions going up your nose… Not so bad when it’s your own, but the idea of inhaling someone else’s emissions is just gross.
I dunno. I’ve occasionally emitted flatulence I just had to escape from.
'Tis true. MY shit don’t stink! 
My farts smell like violets.
My farts smell like other peoples farts, stinky!
I went to high school with a girl who claimed to love the smell of farts. Anybody’s. Otherwise, she was quite normal and went on to become a high-school mathematics teacher.
There must be a connection.
:eek: Then they must smell good! :dubious:
Further proof that math teachers are evil.
Though I, myself, have been known to produce the Blue Cloud of Doom on occasion…
I don’t crap, I excrete rose petals through my belly button.
That’s nothing, I can excrete sugar violets through my ears. On occasion, I’ve been asked to decorate cakes.
Ava
It is amazing, isn’t it, how a couple of entities that were seperated at birth can later favor each other so.
samarm - um… never mind. I lost the will to live shortly after opening this thread.
What a wonderful online community! Any group of people who unabashedly share the details of their own excreta is surely enlightened!
Which is not to say that I haven’t laid a few that could blister paint… But nothing compares to cat farts after they’ve been eating soft food. ARGH!
Actually, this has to do with a part of your own brain.
The temporal lobe, or the hippocampus to be specific. This is the part of your brain that deals with perception and auditory/old factory/sensory stimuli.
Take for an example, when someone tickles you. This part of your brain erupts with stimuli, you laugh and your body usually starts to jerk uncontrollably.
However, when you try to tickle yourself, you usually can’t. Your hippocampus does not respond to “internal” stimuli as opposed to “external” stimuli in the same manner.
As such, an “internal” stimuli, such as your own gasses or other such, are not as offensive as an “external” stimuli such as your room mate leaving a stench in the washroom that would render nuclear waste harmless.
Of course, I would like to point out that this is a general thing, and may not apply to everyone! 