It’s a sad fact of human nature that when we are in our most intimate moments we make faces that… well, that defy description. We may also sweat, moan, sigh, grunt, scream, squeal, squeak, and there are other things too. Things I won’t even get into. The fact is sex would be gross and comical if we didn’t like it so much.
Actually, it gross and comical even when we like it so much.
And sex isn’t the only activity in which we engage that makes us look and sound ridiculous. Watch the face of any athlete pushing herself to go further, faster, harder. That’s not a pretty face. The face made when someone sucks on an especially tart lemon? Or takes a shot of cheap tequila? The yelp of pain a human voice can let out upon a tiny injury like a paper-cut or stubbed pinkie-toe. Or the wail of agony a man may let out when his favorite team loses some very important game.
All of these are downright pleasant, I fear, when compared with the face I make as I sing along half under my breath while playing Just Dance… There’s a reason I don’t sing and dance in public.
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Singing and dancing leads to Angry Birds band aids?
Everything leads back to Angry Birds these days.
The angry birds band aid is from a different stupid injury, luckily at the time there was no one to see the amazingly horrible face I made.
Fact: musicians make the same faces when they’re really into what they’re playing as they do when they’re having sex. The “O” face.
LOL… now I’m imagining the faces I make, especially when I have conversations with myself in my head!
It’s just like this for me too whenever I bite into one of my favorite candy bars. Something I try not to indulge in very often because I have so many other bad habits, but when I do it’s true, my face goes into outer space orgasmic land, and these are very private moments for me. Usually in the parking lot at a grocery store.