Picking a chunk of food out of your belly button, eating it, realizing it's a piece of granola bar and then remembering that you haven't eaten a granola bar since the morning—11 hours ago.
Happened to Andy. Just now. I watched it happen.
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| Here's a great pub quiz question for you: what's the scientific name for 'belly button'? Answer: umbilicus Image Stefano Bolognini via Wikimedia Commons |
I shared that story with you because I think it's gross, funny and sadly relatable. But here's the kicker: I don't actually think it's gross. In fact, 99% of the time I express disgust, I'm just pretending. Maybe it's the camp counselor in me, maybe it's the fact that we only changed the sheets once a year growing up, but I've just never been someone who grosses out easily. Germs don't scare me.
When it comes to things I pretend about, feigning disgust is the tip of the iceberg. I pretend to feel a certain way and care about certain things ALL THE TIME. Several times a day I find myself fake laughing, agreeing with someone when I actually disagree, and generally pretending to give a shite about things that are actually very boring.
It's the old "no, that dress doesn't look fat on you" scenario. Better a white lie than a lifetime of loneliness.
Later,
Margaret
Margaret
P.S. One exception: when I write my book. When I finally get around to that, all bets are off. Grassyllama: Unfiltered
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