Experiencing Figurative Diarrhea

Don't worry. I'm not going to write a crass comment about some people (you know who they are). I'm just writing a blog entry because I can't find anyone to talk to. The only person I could talk with is a random stranger (or not so stranger) reading my blog for some crazy reason.

I am experiencing an annoying bout of figurative diarrhea yet again.

And now you wonder: what is this thing called diarrhea I'm talking about?

Well, it can stand for so many things.

First, it can stand for that uncontrollable surge of imagination emanating from your intellect and eventually being presented by your hands. This kind of diarrhea is a good one, since it enables you to present your ideas in a fashionably creative manner, and as you know, one of the noblest things that an artist can do is to come up with an expression that is truly his/her own.

Second, it can stand for that uncontrollable surge of emotion that eats you up alive. It can be something which is wonderful; something that makes you giddy and inspired; something that makes your worldview more positive that anyone else around you. This type of diarrhea is something that everyone looks forward to, but it's not something that one can always achieve. This is the unpleasant part of that figurative diarrhea that no one would rather feel, but it is necessarily inevitable for everyone who feels it in the first place. Nothing can eventually be a better cure for this diarrhea than just letting it all out. The more that you hide that queasiness that you feel, the more untoward it will be for you. However, you feel that whenever you this figurative diarrhea out, you would feel humiliated, ridiculed, by no other than the object of release in the first place.

I'm speaking gibberish again.

Sorry. I'm experiencing a figurative diarrhea.