Today I farted and the world did not end.
I farted on the leg press machine and, you know what?
No body cared.
One woman looked in my direction, instinctively, and just shrugged her shoulders as if to say ‘Yeah, it happens’.
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]
I did it and I feel like a perve.
Well, no, not really. But I was thinking about this morning’s dream all day.
WTF is gym lube?
I think I slipped it into a sentence at one stage, too. Well, less slipped and more blurted. But, the conservation continued without acknowledgement so who knows.
So, once I was home, I Googled it…
And the results were… uninspired.
No scandalous story to read here.
But I still have no idea what my dream was about. Lame.
Do you think in pictures or words?
When you read “the brown cow waddled to the gate” do you picture the cow walking, or do the words swirl around in your head?
Usually, I see a version of what’s being described – like a movie playing out in my bed. Every now and then there’ll be a key word that just flashes – as a word – and that’s what sticks in my memory. Not the pictures, just the word.
Once I learned this, it made studying so much easier. Learn the keyword prompts that will get the movie to play in your head, so you can put it down on paper. Super.
But then there are strange times like this morning. I have no idea what I was dreaming about, but I woke with the words “GYM LUBE” at the forefront of my mind. Big, white letters on a plain black background.
I have no idea what that means.
There’s definitely a Google search warranted, but not until after work tonight. This isn’t the sort of thing to look up on your work phone, on an overcrowded public bus…
It’s a daily battle.
Team-wide bake-off at work tomorrow. I’m not baking. I will most probably be eating.
How much? Well… that’s yet to be decided.
Bring on Friday!