I watched the Nick Berg video. I hear the authenticity is in question, but it doesn’t matter to me. I would have done just fine not ever having seen any of those images.
When I was age 13 I had a “steady” girlfriend, age 12. We were together for a couple of months and then broke up, as kids that age tend to do. Why we broke up I don’t remember. I do remember that she was the one that broke up with me, but then she was more upset about the breakup than I was. I didn’t see her again or have any contact with her for two years.
Then somebody invited me to a party. I arrived late, about 10:00 p.m. I walked around the house, checking things out and saying hi to people, etc. Fate led me to wander into a back bedroom. The door was open.
Girlfriend was in bed with a guy I knew, but I didn’t know him very well. They were mostly covered by a blanket but it was easy to see they were both naked, at least from the shoulders up. She got a strange look on her face, but I couldn’t look at her long enough to tell what she was feeling.
“My Angel is a Centerfold” or something. I really, REALLY wish I hadn’t seen that.
I have often wished that I could get rid of the anal dancing scene in “Pink Flamingos” and the chicken scene and the poop scene…I think maybe my life would be better if I just hadn’t watched that movie.
The lotus boob didn’t freak me out but the maggot brain…ugh.
To compensate for all the ickyness
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You people are weak! 
The only thing that I can not see are videos where people vomit into each other’s mouth. Nothing else bothers me, since I started on consumption junction and rotten.com at a very young age.
Lobsang, I love you. Bless you my child, bless you. I’m a compulsive link clicker and you have saved my life and my lunch.
I love you.
I love you.
<blush> aww thanks. I felt like I and the thread needed it. I’ve browsed that link from top to bottom many times now and it still cheers me up.
Hopefully, no one will masturbate, and a life will be saved.
There is a scene from The Prophecy where Adam Goldbergs character “Jerry” is in his apartment, and it’s littered with maggot-infested pizza boxes, trash, and presumably the stench of death and rot. He’s being kept alive by Christopher Walken’s character, despite trying to commit suicide at every opportunity and the very idea of his predicament is so vile and disturbing that years after seeing the movie, I still get sick when I think about it. Bleeeh.
Too late.
I kept seeing those little monsters as I scrolled down through the fuzzy kitty cuteness.
Arg. I just thought of one. I read a play by Canadian playright Judith Thompson. In just about every play of hers that I have ever read or seen, she has a seen that is deeply disturbing usually it is not at all graphic but is psychologically very warped. I red Lion in the Streets and there is one vignette that I found so psychologically abusive (and yet both characters seemed trapped in the pattern that they would undoubtedly repeat over and over) that I became physically ill.
That I kind of wish I could delete from my brain, however, it was instrumental in getting me to sort out the paatern of her writing, so I can now recognize when the arduous part is coming and brace myself for it. (There’s a tough scene in White Biting Dog too.)
Heh, I got one of those on my lap right now.
Odd–I get freaked by multiple hole structures too.
They have videos of people vomiting into each other’s mouths?
I wish I could wipe that post from my mind forever.
One thing that bothers me, and which isn’t disgusting, is hearing or seeing about people being stuck underground. I can recall two particular things offhand: first, the part in C.S. Lewis’ The Silver Chair in which the characters have to crawl on their bellies through tiny underground passages; and second, once on television I saw a report about a guy who was stuck in a subterranean tunnel. Rescuers found him but they couldn’t get him loose, so - and I remember this quite distinctly - they set up an electric lightbulb to give him some heat while he slowly died underground.
I don’t think I’m especially claustrophobic, but scenes like those above freak me out. They’re both old memories that have lasted, too, so I don’t think I’ll forget them anytime soon…
There are lots of things I wish I could wipe from my mind forever. One of my techniques is not talk about it too often, in the hope it will stay in a far away corner of my mind.
Which it doesn’t, ofcourse.
Seeing people jump out of - and later the collapsing of - the Twin Towers, is one of the things I’d rather forget.
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The time when I went down the b0g.org “offensive shit” top 25 most popular in one sitting. Only time browsing the net I’ve ever felt a bit queasy, but it has inured me to all else since.
<b>Lobsang</b> the kitten page is great, thanks.
Argh! Formatting, you fool, this is not a http page :smack:
The link in this post just freaks me out
You know how they say that curiosity killed the cat? Well I’m that cat. My husband and I, bored out of our minds one night, were at a rare/underground video store and decided out of morbid curiosity to rent something called “Banned from TV”, basically about accidents and other images so brutal from the news, various live programs, etc. they couldn’t broadcast them.
If you have a …I’m not even going to say weak stomach… if you HAVE a stomach, don’t rent this. Ever seen the Bud Dwyer suicide tape? Yeah. Imagine 2 hours of stuff like that. I need to go shave my brain now.