You see, sometimes I dont wanna see half the stuff I see. Sometimes I wish I were oblivious to my surroundings. I see the most random things and become scarred for life...
When I was 9, My mom left a bowl of warm milk out for a cat who was pregnant. She felt the need to feed it and take care of it in her own way on our back porch. The next evening, we heard wailing coming from the backyard. What I saw scarred me. This cat gave birth to her litter. The mother cat was all wet looking and strange looking. She almost looked as if she were electrocuted and possessed. Next to her was a pile of wet fur and nastiness. The mother ate her babies. The sight was gruesome. From that day on I was terrified of cats and kittens. If a mother could eat her own babies, I wanted nothing to do with her kind. Gross. Traumatizing. Heavy on the ewwww!!
When I was in London, years ago, a bum was camped out on a deserted street chugging a gallon of red wine solo at 11 AM. I was so uneasy with the sight. Instead of looking away, I found myself staring at him as we walked by him. Next thing you know, he uked all over himself and the sidewalk. The site made me gag. I didnt touch red wine for 4 years.
(Since, we are on scarring stories, lemme share this one with you.....
When I was little, I refused to eat the egg white part of hard boiled eggs. my mother told me that I couldnt just eat the yellow part (gross, I know) and that I had to eat the white part too. I ate it and thre my guts up. Til this day, I havent eaten a hard boiled egg white, nor have I eaten any kind of egg white on its own. I struggle with eggs as a whole as a matter of fact. So yeah... )
These things just present themselves in front of me. I notice everything. Well, mostly everything. I constantly find myself asking myself "WHY MEEEEE???
When I was in 7th grade, there was a rumor going around in school that there was a mouse on the loose. I am petrified of vermin. Like really scared. Low and behold, Im sitting in class with my head on the desk obsessed with the thought of the mouse, and the little Willard plops right off the soffit of the ceiling onto my desk. I can still hear the plopping noise when I think of it. I LOST MY MIND. like, really, lost it. I was frantic, It took the school nurse and guidance counselor 2 hrs. to calm me down.
I have a million more stories like this, but Ill spare you because Im sure you are now thoroughly grossed out. I just dont know why I am victimized by these random scenarios.
Do things like this happen to anyone else???
