Bad Love = vomit

I have a strong stomach, therefore I don’t hug the toilet bowl very often. Most cases of vomitous can be associated with either eating mussels, or liking someone I don’t actually like (or, you know, thinking that you really like someone but it’s not the right kind of like) and getting pissed drunk.

Case #1. ate mussels. i’m pretty sure it was the first time I threw up.

Case #2. eating sushi at the Food Festival… or who knows what I got sick on… I ate so much different shit that day.

Case #3. That period I’ll always remember as the last time I ever actively pursued a love life. I really liked S cause he reminded me of P. I was vomiting while watching some Canadian movie about polygamy.

Case #4. P. Yes, during those two weeks he went back to Vancouver to be with his girlfriend, I drank my hollow sorrow away… and ended up throwing up most of it. Did I actually like him? Of course not, I was probably just mad by the fact that I hadn’t managed to snatch him away from his girlfriend.

Case #5. Yesterday I was agonizing over this person, forbidding myself to even think of going there again since I MUST REMAIN SINGLE UNTIL I GRADUATE. After I spent about two hours hovering over the toilet, I realized how insignificant it all was and how this “love” was probably going to end up being as disappointing and as deceiving as all my other love interests. As hard as it is to find someone intellectually stimulating, it’s even harder to find someone creatively stimulating…

~ by alittlefish on September 20, 2008.