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Normally I would consider myself the kind of person that would be susceptible to some dumb anxiety related shit like "forest constipation" but I'll never forget the day I discovered otherwise.
My GF and I are hiking at approximately 9,500 ft altitude trying to summit this mountain using an alternate meme trail we found on AllTrails (big mistake, btw). We got lost, overexerted ourselves, and had some symptoms of altitude sickness (mostly from the overexertion). Anyways, I was overcome with this insane urge to shit. I really didn't want to. It wasn't the time or place for it...but I had no choice. I squatted up against a large stone and just let it rip. I felt gutted afterwards. Pic related
