I like coining words or phrases.  There is this kind of awesome feeling that electrifies me everytime I do put obscure words together – with the slightest regard to any academe, especially formal.  Not that I don’t care, but it is all for my satisfaction.  I always like to dwell on self-satisfying things.  They paint my life nonchalantly.  So, who can ever detest that?  Ah, ah…Sadly indeed, no one has the right.  No one in the world will ever have!

Self-esteem diarrhea.

Eww!  I am not trying to be a medic of sort.  I abhor science (the subject) and blood.  Please read that verbatim.  And so, it follows that I hate being sick which also means that this diarrhea is not about me (or you) getting an obnoxious, irritating state of stomach.  It is not about that.  Oh, no!  But, I may say that it bit concerns the pace how excrement passes out from me (and again, or you)…Ha, ha!

Self-esteem diarrhea.

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 When there is an overflow of righteousness in one's self, there is self-esteem diarrhea.  This is the way how good-natured individuals do things by the moonlight, though unconsciously and unintentionally – like in cases when people not just live for the purpose of surviving but of guarding their thoughts and actions…irritatingly everytime.  There is self-battle in that because it is hard to fight off human desires.  Most of the time, we, humans, lose.  But, just as we don’t surrender, we somewhat overwhelm nature.  We feel good, extremely good inside.  And, as you know, this feeling delivers another good package: a beautiful outside.  Isn’t that great?  You are good inside and out.  So, you don’t want to stop feeling good and looking beautiful because you’ve already captured and enjoyed the moment.  You’ve gotten addicted in a good way and that is just a common consequence.  You, in fact, glory in repeating the cycle on and on, not minding the least heartache that life brings because you cannot take something more.  Your self-esteem regulates in a nice, uncontrollable fashion.  Awesome!

This is what happens when TD (it’s me!) blasts a night with good time in the company of trusted and “very dear” friends.  TD behaves like a meteorite, desiring the same company that can shower the earth with her from above.  And so, until the next possible chance, TD will wholeheartedly desire to acquire self-esteem diarrhea and not self-esteem constipation.  Oops, did I just coin another phrase?    

I really enjoyed the night, guys!  Promise!