So… if you don’t know me very well you may not know that I
have a history of passing out. Not
from any real, medical-type reason.
Not even for any good reason.
I don’t pass out when I see massive amounts of blood and gore, I pass
out when I hear people talking about blood and gore, not even in massive
amounts. Or I pass out over
extraordinarily small injuries.
Equally ridiculous.
This little quirk began when I was in fifth grade. I considered myself a bit of a tomboy,
and when my teacher announced we would be dissecting a cow eye in class I was
unbelievably excited. Real life,
non-censored blood and guts. Rock
awesome.
The day came and my fellow classmates and I crowded around a
table to watch the proceedings. A
few friends and I sat up on desks for a better look. About thirty seconds in to the ordeal a cut was made into
the eye, some kind of juice squirted into the crowd, and I was a goner. I have to say, it was extremely
surprising.
Most memorable is my friend April crying because she thought
I’d died.
Passing out in public for very odd reasons has given me, at
least, a number of amusing anecdotes to share, such as that one time my future
mother-in-law made me pass out the first time we met.
What I wish to convey with this story, as well as with any
future anecdotes I may share, is the importance of knowing your audience. I am not alone in my ridiculous
condition, and you need to be aware that we are out there being subjected to
your nasty stories.
When people hear someone tell one of these stories about
passing out over nothing they naturally like to share a similar story in
return. As in, “That reminds
me! I saw the grossest thing ever
yesterday – wait ‘til I tell you!”
Do not do this. It is a
colossal mistake. Especially when
you hear that person say things like,
“Please stop talking.
No really. You’re making me
woozy. Oh, dear. I think I need a glass of water. I’m going down.”
Many a passing-out-over-nothinger has gone down this
way. Myself included.
Protect your friends: Stop Sharing
Gross Stories.
Thank you.
Thank you for shedding light on this very important issue. ...Oh dear. I'm going down...
ReplyDeleteSorry, Kim. This was for you as much as me. Someone's got to spread the word!
DeleteI remember the eye incident! Ky, were we both in Mrs. Theilman's class, or were we in separate classes? I know all the 5th grade classes were doing the same activity.
ReplyDeleteI had Mr. Jones, but Mrs. Theilman was the one doing the slicing and dicing. I didn't realize you were there when that happened!
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