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previously, tries to riff off of a scene in "the lion king" but is competent enough to not drop babby |
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i was hoping it was going to a link to a gore website |
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i have vasovagal syndrome, mildly. when i was living in cape cod, there was this guy with a fucking boat who was there approximately 10/365 days of the year. he compensated for this, as my friend and landlord put it, by "talking your ear off." so i'm standing there with a vodka cranberry, and he's going on about his daughter, his lawnboat, his tumor in his arm... it was right here, they took a whole chunk out of it i start to feel like i'm melting with weight. "fuck, fuck, shit, stop it, you fucker," i think. but it's happening. i am having a vasovagal response. meanwhile, bob is still rambling on. i realize i'm in the shit. i fucking will pass out, it's going there. in retrospect, the sensible thing would have been to say, "i'm having a vasovagal response," throw my drink aside, and lie down on the grass until things calmed down. but, given the state i was in, i was not thinking clearly. "uhhh, i'm sorry, i have to go," i say. i stumble across the lawn like an irish drunk. i'm not actually drunk. i'd had half my drink. once i get inside, i am fucking serious. drink goes down on the first fucking surface i see, and i am charging to my bed. i barely make it. i can't even hear anything anymore, just a massively loud ringing like tinnitus on steroids. i can barely even see; my vision is blacked out. i land on my bed, and, gradually, it passes. then, i just yell: FUCK! aloud. then i go back outside and awkwardly explain to bob what just fucking happened |
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should say -- that was the most intense one. all the others have been fairly mild. it's far from a daily concern in my life, aside from looking the other way when i get blood tests. |
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also, to clarify -- he had a recent bandage, and was actively, vividly describing the chunk of flesh that had just been carved out of him. i'm a strong visualizer, and it got to me. movies, videos, don't really do it -- something to do with an actual person there |
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it is like , really, which i also feel, but not as much. the whole time it was happening, was, psychologically, not bothered at all. i was not grossed out. it was nothing to do with what my conscious mind was doing; it was some archaic eldrich alarm from the deep broadsiding me. only because it had happened to me two or three times before, and had access to infoz, did i actually understand what was happening. i understood what was happening, and i was, in the part of me that was not in a panic, fucking pissed off: this is so stupid! what the fuck! stupid brain but, really, that was the worst one ever, and i can count the overall number of incidents on one hand. but, to be safe, i turn away, or tune out, when i feel like we're verging into trigger territory. |
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i stared at trypophobia photos for a while. it did provoke a response -- i very clearly began to feel nauseous. much slower and less intense than the vasovagal experience the vasovagal experience with van halen |
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I have a vasovagal response if I read more than 3 of your posts in a row. |
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the irony of epicmegatrax complaining about people who "talk your ear off". the asbergers & self-unawareness is palpable. |
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confidently reclining in my seat after calling my onlinw adversary a "shitbarn" - @dril |
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you turd warehouse |
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