Poopgroup: epiphany!

I shock myself sometimes, too. I am not sure I can accurate calculate the amount of time I have spent actively thinking about poop (why aren't I pooping? why am I pooping? how awesome was that poop last night?). On the conservative side I would say I've spent about an hour a week for the past ten years contemplooping, which means about 520 hours (or 31,200 minutes!) and I have never realized this basic reason why i am so tortured: I am an anxious person.

Yesterday, after a sad and stressful day at work, I went out with my lovely favorite boy for a marg and beer. I then snuggled and napped for a little while before he went to go play basketball and I was left waiting for Lukas to call me to go get more drinks. I can't tell you the pooping and farting, and subsequent realizing, that took place in that time.

It isn't the drinking or the beer that makes you poop better, it's the relaxation that comes with it. It isn't the home toilet that makes pooping pleasurable, it's the relaxation of being home. It's how uptight I am that makes me tight up there (too much? eh). You get the point. I am just amazed at how long it took me to.