As a friend, I’m a fecal diagnostician.
I like to get into it. Lay it all out. Sift thru it and find the problem.
My enthusiasm gives folk the idea that I “just like shit.”
So when diagnosing turns to dumping, I’m out.
And I’ve left a lot of folks dumbfounded as to why.
I think we all have extremely nuanced boundaries around our identities. Inside our boundary is pure delight. And just outside of it is utter disdain.
But I’m getting better at saying: “Don’t dump here. Diagnostic deposits only, dude.”