The #WFH Series: The Question of Burps

Let’s continue the examination of potential side effects during extended periods of time with forced #WFH. If you’re lucky enough to be employed and able to work from home, your habits have undoubtedly shifted.

So I’m continuing to explore the impact of extended work from home (#WFH on the social medias, or #WTFH for the salty). This is the third in a series. I don’t know how many will be in the series until I get tired of writing about it.

The question today is about burping. It’s also about belching. It’s about farting.

Setting aside the issue of pants, or even the issue of personal stench, arising during this “unprecedented time,” we have the more complicated issue of decorum.

When I’m at home, I don’t tend to censor myself when I burp. I’ll say “excuse me,” of course, if other people are around. But I don’t go for the “polite” burp. I just let it rip. Why would I hold it in, after all? I’m at home and it’s a natural bodily function.

I’m big enough to admit the same goes for breaking wind. If a man can’t fart in his own house, what’s the point of living there? Again, I’ll excuse myself, or at least consider it. I may preen if it’s a monumental event, but it’s all in good fun.

Well, it’s good fun for me.

Anyway, the point is that, with the social pressures and expectations removed, we’re all very likely to adopt and adapt these behaviors to be more in line with a relaxed atmosphere to match our sliding standards with clothing.

When we are first permitted by our generous rulers to go back to places of business, how long will it take us to adjust those behaviors back to pre-hiding-in-place norms?

And how awkward is it going to be as everyone has to be reminded they’re not at home anymore?

Our at-home diets aren’t going to help, either.
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