Feeling: Accomplished

Today I farted and the world did not end. 

I farted on the leg press machine and, you know what?
No body cared.
No one.

One woman looked in my direction, instinctively, and just shrugged her shoulders as if to say ‘Yeah, it happens’.
No biggie.

It was oddly liberating!

Will I make a point to do it again?  No, of course not.  That’s gross.
But I ain’t gonna stress about it, either.

[Yes, this post was entirely about farts.  Don’t pretend to be so surprised]

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