bottling
Original: bottling on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1:
Woman with red hair: You've got to stop bottling up your feelings. You need to release them or they'll explode under pressure.
Man in suit (raising hands): Bah! That's just a metaphor!
Panel 2:
Woman: You've decided your entire emotional hardware is equivalent to a bottle with a gas in it. You then consulted this model of reality and it told you what to do, but there's no evidence that it's a good analogy!
Panel 3:
Man: I'm a subscriber to the emotional fusion theory. I have strong reactions and I stuff them down. I crush them into a tiny place in my soul, until... like hydrogen in a star, they combine in a glorious burst of light and energy!
Panel 4:
Woman: Well that's dumb.
Panel 5:
(Man stuffs/crushes his feelings down with his hands, gritting his teeth.)
Panel 6:
(The man throws his arms wide, head tilted back, beaming, bathed in a glorious sunburst of radiating light. The red-haired woman watches from the foreground.)
Votey:
Woman with red hair (speech bubble): You were saying?
(The man stands with arms folded, looking unimpressed/deflated.)
Woman with red hair: You've got to stop bottling up your feelings. You need to release them or they'll explode under pressure.
Man in suit (raising hands): Bah! That's just a metaphor!
Panel 2:
Woman: You've decided your entire emotional hardware is equivalent to a bottle with a gas in it. You then consulted this model of reality and it told you what to do, but there's no evidence that it's a good analogy!
Panel 3:
Man: I'm a subscriber to the emotional fusion theory. I have strong reactions and I stuff them down. I crush them into a tiny place in my soul, until... like hydrogen in a star, they combine in a glorious burst of light and energy!
Panel 4:
Woman: Well that's dumb.
Panel 5:
(Man stuffs/crushes his feelings down with his hands, gritting his teeth.)
Panel 6:
(The man throws his arms wide, head tilted back, beaming, bathed in a glorious sunburst of radiating light. The red-haired woman watches from the foreground.)
Votey:
Woman with red hair (speech bubble): You were saying?
(The man stands with arms folded, looking unimpressed/deflated.)
Alt text
A six-panel SMBC comic. A red-haired woman tells a man in a suit he needs to stop bottling up his feelings or they'll explode under pressure. He scoffs that it's just a metaphor. She argues he's decided his emotional hardware is literally a bottle of pressurized gas, consulted that model, and there's no evidence it's a good analogy. He counters that he subscribes to 'emotional fusion theory': he stuffs his strong reactions down and crushes them into a tiny place in his soul until, like hydrogen in a star, they combine in a glorious burst of light and energy. She flatly replies, 'Well that's dumb.' He grits his teeth and crushes his feelings down, then in the final panel throws his arms wide, head back, beaming as he's bathed in a radiant golden sunburst. Votey: the man stands with arms folded looking deflated and unimpressed while the woman says, 'You were saying?'
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.