I was standing outside of the library and an elderly man farted. Loud. Very loud. For a long time.

There was two smokers and a girl near. Acting on reflex I switched gaze to the source of the racket. Foolish. I shared an embarrassed/shocked glance with the girl. Fatal mistake for both of us. Our suspension of disbelief had been shattered. So I had to take action. Got the hell out of there.

So strange that these basic human functions have such a fundamental stigma attached to them. My decisions weren't made in any kind of intellectual way. The turn-around-gaze, the break-gaze-as-fast-as-you-can, and the walk-away-fast actions I engaged in were made almost without "me" present. Very basic survival skills. I guess maintaining social homogony is a survival skill, maybe that's what's allowed the human race it's continued existence.

Later, I laughed. Loud. Very Loud. For a long time, too.
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