Yesha Callahan

Emotional Diarrhea

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

Guess what?

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 ( This song speaks VOLUMES!

  1. September 17, 2008 - Reply

    I feel where you are coming from, I’m kinda going through the same thing right at times I am overly emotional around my fam and friends but never around men. Some some reason I can’t express any emotions to y special boo.

  2. September 17, 2008 - Reply

    Been on both sides of that vicious coin too. Funny how extreme emotions can be. It eases up but takes a while. I have yet to find that so-called happy medium. I think the happy medium gene is destroyed after you fall someone the very first time.

  3. September 18, 2008 - Reply

    Girl, you’re just going through a phase. Hard for a minute, soft for a minute. But, ain’t it wonderful that even with this fellow being a the a**hole he was, that he showed you that you did have a softer side? *cue the violins*
    Don’t worry, it will all even out.

  4. September 20, 2008 - Reply

    Like robusta barista mentioned above… “even(ed) out”, I think somewhere down the line in life, you’ll eventually come to where you’re emotionally steady / balanced / harmonized as well.
    I think this was me: “Wow, I’ve never seen this side of you, I like it!” … I believe in letting it out vs. keeping it pent up inside to anchor you down. However, I also understand the flip side to the coin that you can’t give any ol body that privilege of knowing / hearing / seeing these parts of you. Shit, you’re sharing one of the most deepest / intimate / precious parts of who you are so I understand how that can be on / off at times or in your case cause constipated / diarrhetic symptoms.
    I’m just glad you’re not emotional cripple and that you’re still functional. I’ll bring the friend Depends when you’re ready to let loose*. 😀

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