In our house we always comment on how the conversation around the dinner table of an evening invariably turns to something mildly or majorly gross.
Bodily functions, more bodily functions, off stuff - squashed stuff - dead stuff... I can't even think what else, but it happens. HOW DOES IT HAPPEN?!
And then last night, I was at a friend's house for dinner and you know what? Grossness invades once again! and hilarity ensues.. (I swear I'm not the common denominator here).
Maybe we actually talk about this sort of stuff all the time, it's just that we only notice it at dinner..
Maybe eating food is actually a kind of gross activity and we're just not aware of it anymore, but it's still subconsciously connected to all the grossness in our memories and sneaks out in our conversation! (ok that's a long shot, I'll grant you that).
Maybe it's just that having everyone around, silly-happy-food-eating spirits bouncing off each other, that happens to be the right ingredients to create unsavoury conversation.
Maybe.
I shall continue to ponder this while dunking my scotch finger and sipping my tea.
And here's a tasty mealtime, from a little while back:
Oh, you want the answer?
Pizza with everyone on it.
Bodily functions, more bodily functions, off stuff - squashed stuff - dead stuff... I can't even think what else, but it happens. HOW DOES IT HAPPEN?!
And then last night, I was at a friend's house for dinner and you know what? Grossness invades once again! and hilarity ensues.. (I swear I'm not the common denominator here).
Maybe we actually talk about this sort of stuff all the time, it's just that we only notice it at dinner..
Maybe eating food is actually a kind of gross activity and we're just not aware of it anymore, but it's still subconsciously connected to all the grossness in our memories and sneaks out in our conversation! (ok that's a long shot, I'll grant you that).
Maybe it's just that having everyone around, silly-happy-food-eating spirits bouncing off each other, that happens to be the right ingredients to create unsavoury conversation.
Maybe.
I shall continue to ponder this while dunking my scotch finger and sipping my tea.
And here's a tasty mealtime, from a little while back:
Oh, you want the answer?
Pizza with everyone on it.
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