I just experienced a bad episode worth telling about.
I was outside, shopping – mask obviously on – well I was having my time. Then, I received a text from my ex, she wants to see me. Anxiety rises.
We meet. She talks. I listen. My bowels calls. She talks. I listen. My bowels can’t wait. I drive to a dark spot by the road. I take a shit in the bushes. A man with his dog passes by. He sees me. He does not care. I hear youngsters getting closer and closer. I hustle. I wipe it up.
Then I came back, relaxed. I had the best time in a long while with my ex. I think we’re still in love. Dunno. I feel happy.
And relieved.
the Shy Tird 