recently, iv had a lot of exposure to vomiting..whether it be one of my friends coming in after a hangover, whether it be my babysitting nightmare,or seeing a pile of the lovely stuff at school.
the thing is..each of these experiences have been completely different from my perspective.
when someone was sick, i wasn't scared, i was *repulsed* by it..as soon as i saw it, i didn't wanna run away from it, i just found it unpleasant.
when my friends come in and tell me about how they threw up over the weekend, i just sit and listen as though im engaged in a regular conversation.
*however*, when i was babysitting the other night, and harriet was sick, I wanted to literally RUN because i was desperately scared..i was scared to the point,where i couldn't move down the stairs.
i find it strange how i react differently.
if i feel sick myself, it feels like my whole world is crashing down on me..yet i can walk past a pile of it in school,and shrug itoff