sensations you wish you could forget.

[dolf]

the ones that still make you shudder when you recall them.
the ones that still feel as fresh today as they did at the time.

#1, stepping in puppy poop with bare feet.

 

[ms_ann_thrope]

The sensation and sound of my left arm breaking.

 

[islandman]

Having sex with a woman whose scent I did not find appealing.

 

[Sinny]

Smell and taste of a dentist's drill grinding enamel.

 

[dolf]

the organic spring of a corpse's ribs, and the sound of its breath hissing in and out.

 

[dolf]

the tug and crunch, deep in my jaw, when my wisdom teeth were pulled.

 

[butters]

2 from being a kid:

bare footed and accidentally stepping on one of those big black garden beetles - and hearing the crunch and feeling the squish of it. guilt and disgust in the same package.

playing down by the little river with siblings - climbing onto the prone tree trunk, turning to call something out and being half-choked and spitting up a HUGE hairy fly that flew right into my mouth *double ewwwwww*

 

[islandman]

The realization that my chicken parmigiana was in fact eggplant parmigiana.

 

[dolf]

even with shoes on, the crunch then slip of stepping on snails.

 

[phrodeau]

My childhood dream of being in a mucilage nest.

 

[butters]

the stiff, dead-weight of some unknown dead cat in the back garden. dead things feel so very heavy

 

[dolf]

the soft flop of my dead big gay poodle, as I carried him from the vets, still warm, he felt like he weighed nothing at all.

my big gay poodle hours later, like a fur covered stone, as I wrapped him in his blanket before we laid him in the ground.

 

[Adre]

Dislocating my kneecap playing in a basketball tournament at age 14. Not a pretty sight.

 

[doctor_insanus]

Scraping the skin off the back of my hand when I wrecked my bike as a kid. I can still feel gravel in raw flesh.

 

[rubydlite]

Dislocating my kneecap playing in a basketball tournament at age 14. Not a pretty sight.

*barf* I've done this three times. ...and the thought still makes me want to vomit....


***
Less vomity. ...
the squeaky feel of a wool mitten on my teeth as I pulled it off...

 

[JAMESBJOHNSON]

Oh lets see. Back in 1980 we were building a power plant and I hadda walk a skinny beam 150 feet or so out to a crate fulla stuff. The beam was 10 stories above the ground.

I opened the crate and it was fulla wasps. 100s, maybe a 1000 pissed off wasps. I mean you cant run along a wet 4 inch beam so me and the wasps walked back along the beam slowly.

 

[domroger]

Smell and taste of a dentist's drill grinding enamel.

^^^^^
Also the muffled yell when the drill hits a live nerve .

 

[Killswitch]

Having a gun held to your head.

 

[Laurel]

1) When I was in second grade, my sister put a banana slug down the back of my shirt. Thinking about it still makes me want to curl into a ball.

2) In high school during break, a couple of us went down to the 7-11 and bought Slurpees. Met a troublemaker guy. Stupidly I offered him a sip of mine. He accepted. He seemed to take a really long sip, then handed it back to me with a grin and waved as he left. I took a big sip and - there was this moment when I was confused, then the realization of what had happened, then about five minutes of me on the ground spitting everything I could out. You see, he had hugely loogied (spit a clod of mucus, for those unfamiliar with loogees) into my straw. And being thirsty, I'd taken a really big sip of the thing.

I can still remember standing there with the warm slippery taste of it in my mouth, the recognition, and the horror. It makes me gag even now.

I hope that guy choked to death on this own loogee. Seriously.

 

[JAMESBJOHNSON]

Having a gun held to your head.

Been there, done that.

 

[Killswitch]

Been there, done that.

Me too. Car jacked before they called it car jacking back in the early eighties.

I refuse to listen to Supertramp. Thats what was playing on the radio at the time.

 

[pete]

the sounds of her, fucking him, in the next room

 

[pete]

Having a gun held to your head.

you too?

not fun, is it?

 

[ms_ann_thrope]

A 7" needle going through my back into my kidney. Twice.

 

[butters]

wayyyy back when, having opened a can that slipped as i tipped its contents into a saucepan - automatically grabbing it before it fell. that cold/hot sensation of deep slicing as the jagged lid parted the skin at the base of my index and middle fingers

now i always always remove the top entirely if i open a can