You know, every once in a while, someones got something very interesting to say. I want to hear more, and find out every detail. I want to listen and know.
And then sometimes there are interesting things that should never be spoken of. Ever. To anyone. And I know this, because I was the receiver of such news. It's not entirely pleasant. I'd be much happier if I didn't know. In fact, two days later, and I'm still incredibly unsettled.
Hearing it was like a horror movie. You want to watch, and find out what happens next. Yet at the same time, you want to shut your eyes and run away and never put that damn disc in the DVD player again! It's horrifying and revolting and suddenly, nothing is as it was before, because now you're just scarred for all eternity.
I tried not to let the person know I was so sickened and horrified. 1.) That would be rather rude, and I try to be as polite and courteous as possible at all times. 2.) I assure the person I would be 100% willing to listen, and not judge. And 3.) I was still a little curious, I must admit.
It wasn't one of those things that you just need to tell someone. It wasn't completely vital that I be told. But then again, I didn't really block my ears and shut my eyes, and drown the person out with the good old 'la la la la laa!'. I listen, and tried to hide my disgust and disbelief behind slightly glazed over eyes. I think some people should just write this type of stuff down in a diary and set it on fire. Just let it burn. And then never speak of it again. That's what diaries are for.
Try as I might, I'll never look at that person the same way again. I just can't. I don't dislike them. I have absolutely nothing against them. They will still be my friend, and I love them just as I did before, only with a little extra knowledge that still unsettles me.
I would share with you, this surprising, horrifying, disgusting story, but I have been sworn to secrecy and I am a strong believer that pinkie promises are not to be broken.
