Giggles and STUFF.
March 22, 2007 – 7:17 amOk there is so much to write. There is something that keeps comming to my mind. I am sitting watching Malto Mario or some show on Food Network. And the thought keeps invading my mind.
What is this persistant thought??
Let’s start with some background. First off I spent five days in the hospital. I am not a good sick person. I wanted out as soon as I stepped into the labor and delivery room. My sister was visiting for a day during my stay. We started talking about weird things that we had an urge to do. The Band started elaborating on the point of these weird urges. He told a story about a friend who, while his wife was recovering from a minor foot surgery had the strange urge to sneak up and swat her on her recovering foot. He ended up actually doing it. He felt so bad and profusely appologized stating he had no idea what came over him. Their marriage survived.
Sick twisted you say??? It gets worse. My sister continues to tell us that her friend called these things DF’s (short for Dark Fantacies).
Here are some of the examples that we came up with. I will not credit the person who came up with these DF’s but they happen to belong to the three people in the room at the time. (My sister, The band, and I)
1. Popping other people’s zits.
2. Jerking the wheel and freefalling off a shear cliff.
3. Putting your finger in the crevases of other people’s noses.
4. Whiping boogies on the underside of someone elses new car seat.
5. Pinching some strangers hind quarters.
6. Trying every bathroom product at someone else’s house. This includes shaving razors.
At this point I was in tears. Painful stabbing sensations occuring in my gut. Mixed with the hilarity of the moment. I was yelping and laughing at the same time. I have never tried so hard to stop laughing and couldn’t control it. It was worse than those church giggles.
DFs are those fleeting moments of "I wonder if…." but honnestly you never wanted to really wonder or admitt that you had.
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2 Responses to “Giggles and STUFF.”
man I wish I could do this anonymously but oh well. Here goes:
When I was a kid I had this overwhelming urge to bit the cheeks of my dolls. To sink my teeth into their smooth rubbery faces.
I hate to think what Freud would say about that.
By Karen on Mar 22, 2007
How about the classic spit from high places?
Or ramming someone with your grocery cart when they cut in front of you?
By Jen on Apr 24, 2007