Whenever you have some feelings bottled up inside, good or bad, happy or sad, and you just feel like telling someone would help you, and you don't even care who you tell, so you tell a friend or you post it on the internet or just tell some random person, just to let it out, that's emotional exhaust.
"Hey, I got some stuff I need to get off my chest, can you listen to my emotional exhaust?"
"Sure, I'm always here for you"
Fogey/fogy /fougi/ sl. (early 18C+, orig. Scot) old-fashioned, stuck-in-the mud.
Person with old fashioned ideas which he is unwilling to change: Come to the disco and stop being such an old fogey!
You think me an old fogeyand an old tory, his thoughtful voice said. I saw three generations since O’Connel’s time. I remember the famine. Do you know that the orange lodges agitated for repeal of the union twenty years before O’Connel did or before the prelates of your communion denounced him as a demagogue? You fenians forget some things. (James Joyce, Ulysses. PenguinBooks,1992. p. 38)