We're All Stuck At The Emotional Airport

... and some of us are driving the motherfucking luggage carts.

If emotions are a nervous system's expression of unfulfilled need, action is required.

I like to think of emotions as the neurological-level version of our guts bubbling, butthole puckering and the whole body saying “INCOMING!” that tells us we need to find a toilet — fast.

… or is it only a fart?

And while we wouldn’t ever ignore the signals of a rapid-onset gastrointestinal event, many of us attempt to lock the brain’s poop urge in a closet somewhere and believe that eventually, it won’t start to stink.

Honey? That makes our brains and souls smell bad.

But what if we have this neuroshit urge to cry, and we can’t figure out why? We don’t have the answers?

If an emotional turn signal can’t be fulfilled by our own action, there’s a very good chance that the emotional baggage we’re actually hauling around is someone else’s suitcase full of broken bowling balls and used underpants.

I should explain the baggage part, I suppose.

So let’s do that.

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