After talking to my self for a while in the car on my drive home, I started to think about how I wished painting was emotional ex-lax for me. I don't know where all the emotion comes from or where it can go. Why can't I just put it in a bucket and sell it on the side of the road to people who feel empty. I would have a sign saying "buckets of fulfillment, come dampen your dry sponge with life's wonder". But I don't think it can ever go away. I'm stuck with it.
Maybe the problem is it is like ex-lax, where it purges me temporarily only to worsen the problem. But what I really should do is just eat enough fiber from plants and whole grains, and exercise (this is all figurative). But how?!?!
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