I guess I have always been an 'aggressive' eater. The word I used on the air today is voracious, which is defined as "wanting or devouring great quantities of food," and "having a very eager approach to an activity," which both seem right when describing how I eat. If I'm eating something really yummy, I want to get it in my mouth as fast I can, and I do that by taking big bites - will also start my next big bite before I'm actually done chewing and swallowing the previous bite. When I was younger, that way of eating would sometimes lead to burping or indigestion, or I might occasionally bite my lip or cheek - but usually nothing more than that, usually. My latest Cubicle Confession talks about that one exception.
Go back in time with me, if you will, to my second year of college - I call it my 'second' year instead of my 'sophomore' year because I'm not sure if I was technically a sophomore yet. It would have been late '94 or early '95, and I'm gonna say I was 19 years old. Those details have no bearing whatsoever on the story, I just want you to know how friggin' long ago this was (Dang, I'm old!). So, I'm sitting in my apartment, watching TV, about to devour a Whopper w/cheese meal from Burger King (that was my go-to fast food meal back in the day). I'm doing what I do with my food (remember, I'm voracious) and I guess I was paying more attention to the TV than what I was actually putting in my mouth - next thing you know, I was hurting and bleeding, big time. Watch the video below to find out why I was bleeding, and to get the rest of the story.