The least offensive barf picture I could find.
I wasn't always afraid of barfing. Even though I'd had some awful barf experiences, one completely took the cake and scarred me for life. I won't go in to the nitty gritty details, but the story did include these highlights: prom night hotel, bf and I shared a room with a friend, said-friend drank a BOTTLE OF GIN for the first time drinking EVER, I watched a glop of saliva drop from friend's mouth onto the pillow and I laughed-unaware of the shitstorm that was about to erupt, watched and listened helplessly as douchebag friend vomited violently for 3.5 hours, had to use the washroom and had to wander the halls of the hotel at 5am hoping to knock on a friends door and not some stranger. SO all that happened, then the guy has the BALLS in the morning to ask "who threw up everywhere?". SERIOUSLY. I had murderous thoughts for the first time.
Since that night, I became traumatized at the sight of anyone barfing. And I totally hated that dude, although we have since made up. I did make him a barf-themed nickname after the incident which stuck though, for a good couple of years too. I taught that guy!...lol
Now I somehow got the idea that when I barf myself, I worry that I will choke and die in what might be one of the most embarrassing ways, face down in a bowl of my own hot spicy rejection.
I've never really had the problem of vomming from smell though, unless it was the smell of vom. In the recent years...I've noticed that this has changed DRAMATICALLY. Something leaked in my garbage closet and now when I open the door, this ...monstrous odour (not unlike what I think a rotting corpse would smell like) punches me in the fucking gut and nearly brings me to toss my cookies instantaneously. I have to hold my breath to open the door...so lord knows how I'll clean it. I am kinda just hoping it will rot away and clean itself. The smell can't possibly get worse. Even thinking about the smell makes the puke-level reach yellow alert. It's NOT good. I used to have an iron stomach, but with age comes less resistance to gross shit, I guess.
GREAT. Getting older rules.
Since that night, I became traumatized at the sight of anyone barfing. And I totally hated that dude, although we have since made up. I did make him a barf-themed nickname after the incident which stuck though, for a good couple of years too. I taught that guy!...lol
Now I somehow got the idea that when I barf myself, I worry that I will choke and die in what might be one of the most embarrassing ways, face down in a bowl of my own hot spicy rejection.
The only time I've lol'd at barf.
I've never really had the problem of vomming from smell though, unless it was the smell of vom. In the recent years...I've noticed that this has changed DRAMATICALLY. Something leaked in my garbage closet and now when I open the door, this ...monstrous odour (not unlike what I think a rotting corpse would smell like) punches me in the fucking gut and nearly brings me to toss my cookies instantaneously. I have to hold my breath to open the door...so lord knows how I'll clean it. I am kinda just hoping it will rot away and clean itself. The smell can't possibly get worse. Even thinking about the smell makes the puke-level reach yellow alert. It's NOT good. I used to have an iron stomach, but with age comes less resistance to gross shit, I guess.
GREAT. Getting older rules.
I'm not a fan of barfing ... I can't even be around anyone barfing or I lose it.
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