A few years ago on another blog I used to have I wrote about Emotional Constipation, the inability to properly express your emotions or accept emotions that are being expressed to your from another person. At one point in my life, and still occasionally, that was/is me. I used to joke around and say that I needed a “Metamucil Man” just so that I could cure my emotional constipatedness (I’m not exactly sure if that’s a word..lol).
Eventually I got what I asked for when I started dating TMLA (I’ll let u know what that acronym stands for later). He was the most attentive and sharing person that I ever came across. When you were around him, he made it seem as though the world revolved around him. He was able to share his feelings and emotions with me, unlike most men I knew, so in return, I guess that actually cured my emotional constipation. I felt that no matter what feelings or emotions I shared with him, that he wouldn’t give me some crazy side eye look. Even before we started dating, and were just friends, I always knew in the back of my mind, he was the type of person I could see myself with.
So great. No longer was I emotionally constipated. Life was going well, everything was peachy keen.
(record scratches, as usual)
TMLA, now better known as That Motherfucking Lying Ass, may have helped me become a more sensitive person, but now, damn, how do I turn it off?? The Emotional Diarrhea that I’m currently dealing with is running it’s course. Some of my friends are like, “WTF, you’ve turned into a softy!”, others are, “Wow, I’ve never seen this side of you, I like it!”.
Happy Medium? Hello??? Where are you?? No, I don’t want to go back being the Emotionally Constipated chick, but I don’t want to be the Emotionally Diarrheatic chick either! Even my 9 yr old son asked me the other day am I turning into a EMO chick? WTF!
In any event, I’m going to find that happy medium one of these days. But until then, I might have to box up these emotions little by little, but not to the point where my ass is constipated again (pun intended). But then again, maybe it’s the peach cobbler I had last night that’s causing, my_________, well nevermind that’s way too much TMI.
Samantha Sang f/ Bee Gees (What yall know about the original?…wow I just realized I have that jumpsuit in black!)
Maiysha- Wanna Be (www.maiysha.com) This song speaks VOLUMES!