Kristin writes: Every time my fiancé, Gabe, blows his nostril, he opens the tissue to examine it. He claims it’s to make sure his snot appears to be like regular. Please order him to cease, except he has particular well being considerations, like a chilly.
Our our bodies are existential mysteries, perhaps now greater than ever. You assume you already know them. But typically I cease and keep in mind that I’m stuffed with secret chambers and tunnels that I’ll by no means see, that may by no means be touched by daylight (I hope), and it makes me need to vomit (existentially). And if I did vomit (truly), after all I might take a look at it. When one thing erupts from that abyss our mind rides round in, it’s important to look. I refuse to disclaim Gabe’s proper to see what he’s product of. His gross physique, his gross guidelines. But fortunately you’ve got a room in your own home devoted to non-public secretions (trace: not the conservatory), and I might counsel he attempt to preserve his investigations there.