Dangling, painful and bloody.
These are descriptions I care not to hear from elder friends.
I was mentioning this fact to a friend here at the chess site and it got me pondering...
What do you discuss in public? And what don't you?
When I was travelling the world; tasting vodka (see that lovely use of the semi-colon?) in various places with different backgrounds to keep me entertained, you could usually find a written sign hanging somewhere saying: "We don't discuss religion or politics. Thank you."
I always did. Like I care what in-house rules are? Duh...
I have no problems talking about sex. In fact, I have hardly any problems talking about anything I'm really crap at.
Let's be honest, no matter how impressive my 12 seconds an orgasm is or how often I fall off my bicycle, it's not going to offend anyone. Not anybody with an incling about what life's about anyway.
I don't have problems discussing other people's ailments. Seriously, I don't. You could be dying of AIDS or a nasty bout of Tuberculosis and I'll discuss it like I'm talking about climbing a tree. Or falling off it (and if someone has...all the better!).
I have no problems talking about my own ailments. My squint face, my crooked teeth, my smelly feet or my 2cm's-on each shoulder-dandruff.
on a side note...funny how you fall off a building, but you fall OUT a tree, I wonder why I wrote that wrong. Yes, I could go back and change it, but NO, I'm too condola lazy for anything smart like that
I do have problems discussing things which I'm good at. I get embarassed doing that. Luckily for me they're basically too few to mention and too obscure to surface during normal, everyday, conversation.
I do sometimes suffer from: replacement embaressment. Not often, but sometimes...
Like when my mother's friend is talking about her bum grapes to me.
Let's get a few things straight. I have no problems talking about pulsating strands of vein hanging out of one's arse. No problem at all!
I have no problems with people joking about licking them. No problem at all!
Also, I have no problem about people speculating on them popping if you should mis-seat yourself on a bicyle saddle.
But, I do get a churney, bashful feeling in my gut when someone twice my age is seriously talking about such matters. Weird uh? It's like older people have no right to yack on about interesting bodily disfunctions.
Maybe it's because I don't really want to envision a 55 year old's arse. It could be.
But, look at it like this, there is a difference between picturing sagging breasts down to someone's stomach and actually having someone who's old with sagging breasts down to her belly button sitting opposite you and complaining about them.
That embarassing feeling you get for someone else...that's "replacement embarassment".
I wonder if anyone gets that feeling when reading what I write?
That would be funny wouldn't it?
I find it very hard to imagine someone wouldn't want to close their eyes and fantasise about my bum. But, there are people who are like that!
It boggles my mind to the point of being boggled senseless.
On a side note though, I've just bought the new Simon and Garfunkel live album: Old friends. And although they didn't include any recordings from the Rome concert which I attended, it is a very good album. Their 'latest' version of "Like a rock" is superb!
Originally posted by shavixmirNo replacement embarassment,sorry.
Dangling, painful and bloody.
These are descriptions I care not to hear from elder friends.
I was mentioning this fact to a friend here at the chess site and it got me pondering...
What do you discuss in public? And what don't you?
When I was travelling the world; tasting vodka (see that lovely use of the semi-colon?) in various places with di ...[text shortened]... hich I attended, it is a very good album. Their 'latest' version of "Like a rock" is superb!
You did provide some more disturbing mental images though 😕
Originally posted by shavixmirMaybe that's what other people think when you talk about other unsavoury things.
But, I do get a churney, bashful feeling in my gut when someone twice my age is seriously talking about such matters. Weird uh? It's like older people have no right to yack on about interesting bodily disfunctions.
Maybe it's because I don't really want to envision a 55 year old's arse. It could be.
It's interesting what some people are happy to talk about and others not.
I'm not particularly fond of hearing others talk about sex because they are usually doing it to boast, or I'd rather not imagine them naked and sweating (of course there are exceptions, but not amongst my male aquaintances).
If somebody starts talking about prolapsed rectums, it generally conjures up an image. Personally that doesn't bother me, as I deal with medical stuff anyway, so I'm used to seeing disgusting things, but I expect a lot of people don't want to think of that.
Originally posted by darvlayA "bum grape" is something you get from (what my mother used to tell me) sitting on something cold i.e. concrete or a car seat (when it's -40 degrees outside) etc ... "They" can become very itchy (and can be a cause of sexuall embarassement) ... And from what I've been told, the product that cures "bum grapes" is on the top 3 list of items stolen from pharmacies ...
I still don't know what a bum grape is.
They're a pain in the A$$ 😉