I have never experienced something truly disgusting without also experiencing an immediate desire to tell someone about it.
Fortunately it’s the best kind of news to share.
Think about it.
If something really exciting happens, of course you want to call someone and share the news, but you probably think for a moment before dialing. There is nothing worse than a wet blanket of apathy thrown over a great story.
Terrible events, or even just bad days are the same. You want your audience to sympathize with you in “the right way” when you are grousing about how your day is awful and the world hates you.
But disgusting news? That’s universal.
I stepped on a dead mouse that was on the garage floor.
With my bare foot…
…and it POPPED!
It was all wet and slimy even before it popped (I think my dog killed it.)…
… and when it popped it’s intestines stuck to the bottom of my foot!!!
Then I had to use a barn scraper to peel it off the floor and get rid of it.
Just writing that gives me the heebeejeebees all over again as well. But- it also gives me the evil satisfaction of knowing that I probably gave you them as well.
Disgusting news is fun to share!
How about you, what’s your best heebeejeebee inducing story?