“Confession is good for the soul.”
This is a sentiment obviously spoken by a monk who lives on some desert island. Actually, confession is always painful because you may personally feel release, but you have also allowed others to draw conclusions which they may bring up to you later.
So I will say, with some trepidation, that I never learned how to belch at will.
When I was growing up, there were some very impressive young studs in our gym class who could perform mass burping to the amusement of the entire gathered horde.
I could never figure it out.
People explained it to me–something about swallowing air and then releasing it…
Well anyway, because I cannot perform this art of mass belching, I will occasionally get indigestion and be miserable, contorting my body into all sorts of positions to try to simply expel some gas. I have no problem with the back door distribution. It’s the front door that gives me fits.
So unlike others, who find belching to be extremely distasteful, generally speaking … it just causes this pilgrim to be green with envy.