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Sunday, June 1, 2008

Life With a Farter



Everyone has things they do, their everyday Rituals that nobody knows… not even your Spouse or Closest friends and family. Starting a new Cohabitation with your love can make you realize that you spend a lot of time trying to hid your deepest, darkest habits. You naturally learn more about your partner as the days go on, but what you don’t realize is… they also learn stuff about you, stuff you don’t know they know, stuff you don’t want them to know.

I, like many other people, live with a farter. Farters are pople that fart whenever they feel the urge and seem comfortable with it. My “farter” always apologizes after every explosion, except ones when sleeping.

Why is it that every time I need to fart, I find every way to get it out in private? Why am I so scared to fart around someone? Someone who farts on my leg at night while spooning in bed? I need to let go and just realize that many things I’ve been hiding from Greg—Greg already knows.

We all need to sit back and take in the facts. Why hide things from someone you are spending your life with? The little things that we find so embarrassing that we feel the need to hide, your partner already knows. They really do. We all need to just raise our legs and let it rip. Whenever you get the rumble in your stomach, just sit back and smell the roses of love—instead of the eye-watering fumes.

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