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holding it in, but am in mortal terror.
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I wonder if I should write about that time where I managed to hold in a pressing, cramping, flaming diarrhea for about 1 hour and a half while on a (running late) bus to the airport, and doing my best to keep silent and emotionless about it. Due to several adverse circumstances, I could not just ask the driver to stop, and due to the unknown Will of the Shit God, I had no symptoms or urges BEFORE boarding the bus.
I swear, during the hour-long (which was supposed to be 30 min-long) bus trip, I concentrated all of my Being into holding it in....I don't think I ever came closer to a mysical experience or religious ecstasy. If Absolution could ever be reached through containing raw suffering, that must be it. Every movement was painful, every THOUGHT was painful, I thought I was made of nothing but pain...but I refused to yield. I must have looked something like that:
Reaching the airport, sweating profusely, didn't solve my problems, as there was no time to run to a toilet: my flight was just about done boarding, some asshole passport control motherfucker held me a taaaad bit longer, and finally I was almost accused of international biochemical terrorism when I locked myself in the plane's toilet as soon as I boarded, delaying its departure by a good five minutes. I don't know what my face was during the moment of Final Absolution of All Sins, but it must have looked something like that:
True story. -