After a strong pull on a bottle of Jack Black (Daniels of course) I laid down to take a quick nap, my mind wandering... when it landed upon a thought that hadn't re-occurred in many years.
A LONG time ago before internet BS, but during my 6+ decades here, I read about a gentleman who had written his Master's thesis on the supposition that people LIKED to smell their own farts. Not anyone else's mind you, just their own. I don't know for sure, but I'm bettin' he got his doctorate.
Now I'm stuck with considering if we're simply curious about what that gas might be like, or do we actually enjoy it? Hmmm...
Now that I've shared that here on a portion of the C6 website I've never contributed to, you don't have to respond but I've planted the seed that perhaps will help you during these troubled times of plague, war, and perhaps the greatest threat to democracy in our lifetimes, to have something else to consider when you're trying to go to sleep.
