Author Topic: Pain  (Read 12209 times)

My parents offered me to go to the beach (we were in Australia) but I wanted to stay in the pool for some reason. Alone at the holiday resort, with my brother up in the hotel room, I swam around.
Some bitch I bonded with on a holiday to Australia decided to swing me in the pool. I was cool with it, until he didn't let go (by accident?) and smacked me into a jagged tile on the side of the swimming pool. I asked if it was ok, he said "not a scratch" followed by "your not going to tell on me?" I said no and ran off, only to find my chin was cut open. I held a towel up to it and ran to the door. I needed to buzz in to the room where my brother was so he could unlock the door, but the line was busy for ages. Eventually I got into the room and my parents came back shortly after, a little pissed. We used butterfly stitches and now the scar is tiny, light, and on my chin so you cant see it.

something like that happened to me but i fell asleep (not unconscious) in my hotel room bed, bleeding, with pain, on meh elbow. when i woke up my elbow was covered in bandaids and i found out never going to sleep caused me to fall asleep. :3 we were in London :3

I feel the pain in the first 10seconds when it happened, after that I feel nothing.

Once I broke my arm, 10 seconds of hell, than nothing.

My middle finger almost got cuted by an door, 10 seconds pain, and again after that nothing.



Wait, the biggest and longest pain I got was when my girl friend leaved me.
Odd, for me it is 15 seconds, then nothing, even emotional pain. I don't think this is healthy.

reading anything by twix.

Odd, for me it is 15 seconds, then nothing, even emotional pain. I don't think this is healthy.

Well idk if it is healthy or not. I'm always the "last man standing" when we guys in our school "fight" for fun.

But it's weird that if someone hits me that I dont react. Sometimes they ask me if I even can feel anything.

Had a car wreck. In the front seat when the airbags went off. hurt like heck
« Last Edit: December 04, 2008, 10:03:50 PM by IamBeef »

Well idk if it is healthy or not. I'm always the "last man standing" when we guys in our school "fight" for fun.

But it's weird that if someone hits me that I dont react. Sometimes they ask me if I even can feel anything.
Well, in the long run I don't think it is healthy, especially not for me. I rarely feel anything, sometime I wonder if I'm even alive. I sometime feel like I am the walking dead, just moving and not feeling, not living. I have never felt true love, never felt real saddness, never felt true anger. If I type mad, it is only an act. If I show emotions, they are fake. They come, then they go, like they were never there.


Well, in the long run I don't think it is healthy, especially not for me. I rarely feel anything, sometime I wonder if I'm even alive. I sometime feel like I am the walking dead, just moving and not feeling, not living. I have never felt true love, never felt real saddness, never felt true anger. If I type mad, it is only an act. If I show emotions, they are fake. They come, then they go, like they were never there.

Touching :'(

When I was six or something I was washing dishes in the sink (lulz) and dropped a glass cup on my hand and it almost cut off the tip of my middle finger on my left hand so I had to wear some weird wrap thingy around my middle finger and if I tried to make a fist I just flipped everyone off :(


I broke my noes on some metal bleachers when i was really young. Now my nose is forever crooked D:

Alright, here's my painfully painful story.
  One day, when I was about three or so, my family decided that it would be fun to go to my grandparents house, ( they lived about 20 or so miles away at the time). We were setting up brick wall with my grandpa, who is very strong for his age. I had a very fun time for about 2 hours. We were waiting for the concrete to set, and I, being the moron I was, was being very bored since my brother was on the other side of the yard with everyone else. I was all alone, I decided to see if I could make A print in the still setting concrete with me foot, It took all my might to press just a small imprint in. So I ran, jumped, and slammed my feet on the concrete. I hurt my feet from this method of idiocy. limped backwards, fell, turned to try and catch my fall, BAM, the corner of a brick nailed my head. Blood everywhere, I was brought to the hospital by ambulance. Also, I got a teddy bear out of the mess, It had a big " Get well" sing on it. 27 stitches in all.

At one point when I was about 5, my Shetland Sheepdog was chasing me around the house. It was very fun, and I looked back to see if my dog was close. I turned around only to see a dog toy in front of my path. I trip on it, and fly into the corner of a wood table.

No stitches, but it took a hell of a chunk out of the area right above the skin between my eyes. I have a scar there, still.

It was one of those, "OOH, RIGHT BETWEEN THE EYES!" moments. :/

Sorry Ghoul but I lol'd at the end part.

A wooden swing hit me in the head going full speed when i was little.