From Wil Wheaton:
Somewhere in the world, a person exists who probably does not know that, in George's version of the story, he exists only as "explosive diarrhea guy."
He has a rich life, a backstory that could fill volumes. Yet, in George's reality, he will forever be "explosive diarrhea guy." And there are at least 15,000 people in the world right now (a number about to grow, because I think half a million people follow me on Tumblr) who also will only know him as "explosive diarrhea guy."
This is objectively hilarious to me, but it also illustrates a larger point I'm always trying to make: who you are in someone else's story is not always under your control, and is frequently not even about you as a person.
But big love to explosive diarrhea guy, whoever and wherever he is. We've all been there, and it's never great, but in a public restroom it's even worse.