My imagination is a little... wild.

My imagination occasionally comes up with some sort of torture methods, and it always makes me cringe.

Things like a paper cut on your eye.

Like a nail puncturing your stomach.

Like a skinned bottom of a foot walking on salt and pepper.

Forms of pain.

The thoughts make me cringe.

It's not my habit to elaborate

on the discussion of flesh crawls

though two facts exist...

Firstly

I cannot stand

and will never finish

Pride and Prejudice

Secondly

What they say is true:

Often the most desirable traits

of those who seemed so soft

turn into wily beasts

somewhat less than tame.

if you ever have to ask yourself

are you really afraid?

you aren’t.

because fear

real, fucking terror

is an all-encompassing

all-consuming

monstrosity.

all of you who have been there

grazing the fringes of sanity

knows exactly what it feels like

withdrawing from hard-won hope.

whether in the form of trivial apprehension

over some stupid, unrequited love

or the raw, incomprehensible clusterfuck of horror

of staring your own mortality in the face

fear is universal.

it knows no inhibition

no subtlety

only cold, black anxiety

and nauseous panic.

it is unflinching

infallible

and ubiquitous.

the constance of fear

is the only thing

anywhere near

what we try to call god.

Your Face.

Kidding. But what could really make me cringe? With such thick skin and skull? Surely there's nothing that causes me such gesticulation. Right? Ah, if only the scent of shit didn't accompany such statements made in bold. I do have a real knack for feeling uncomfortable, which I'll consider my cringe, in particular situations in which someone else has displayed their talent and/or lack thereof. I always feel a surge of unease crash like a tsunami when I hear someone partaking in song, and bombing a note, when someone is delivering a message and chooses words I think are wrong, use fillers such as "Uh, um, such as, like,"etc. , but typically in displays where one is completely vulnerable to the eyes and ears that are fixed to them.

And it's because of this I remember there's still part of me that's an asshole, in all honesty it may just be one of the many things that makes me one. It's hard to remember that there's a beauty in the strength or sense of abandon these participants are granting us, so instead of praising, we curse them. Which is something I have to remember to fix..We are not wise without learning, reading, and experiencing in as much we are not strong without attempting, pursuing, and doing. Does this make you shudder..?

Cell phones are everywhere

Stuck to people's heads

I'm talking about those trained gorillas

Taking cell phones to their beds

It fascinates me how people

Use their cell phones in the line

Ignoring the cashier and the bager

It's an annoying and an inconsiderate sign

Of a people who can't communicate

Of a people who are selfish

Not making real but online friends

Internet warriors are the trend

All those selfies, nudies, foodies

Are things that make ME cringe

Feeling waves of jealousy race over me, anger, rage only to realize soon after that the only reason why I feel those things is because of my own moronic ego. Fucking ego. I feel what I feel because of how I decide to interpret it based on experience, expectation, self loathing/self hate. I, I, I. Me, me, me. More, more, more. I cringe because this is a trait I despise in others and yet, at times, something totally outta control in my self.