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so i went to mc Donald's this weekend and had a meal with a mc puff and an icecream and ídk the reason why mcd does not suit my tummy earlier also i puked due to it and it's here again and it was chunky now as well anyways here's a pic attached!! I hope everyone likes it)

I’ve always had a strange fascination with motion sickness — not in a cruel way, but in the soft, vulnerable, deeply human side of it. There’s something about long car rides, blurry windows, warm air, and that quiet moment when someone admits they’re starting to feel nauseous that pulls me in emotionally. I love the idea of being there for a girl when she’s feeling sick — gently reassuring her, letting her rest against me, brushing her hair back, rubbing her back slowly, giving her water, and staying calm while she rides out the waves of dizziness and nausea.

To me, it’s incredibly intimate and comforting. The trust involved, the closeness, the caretaking — it creates a connection that feels very real and emotional. I don’t see it as something embarrassing or gross at all. In a strange way, motion sickness feels soft, vulnerable, and oddly beautiful to me. The quiet sounds of a car ride, the tension of trying to hold it together, the relief afterward, and the comfort of someone genuinely caring for you through it all just hits something deep in my brain.

so this was about yesterday's workout session.. I left for the gym early and barely ate something as I was really busy and just had morning breakfast toast and omelette... so coming back to the story I left for the gym in the evening it was a leg day session ( a heavy one ) so i started doing what I used to and ended up doing after 3 excercise I felt really dizzy and my heart beat was rushing like hell i went to the washroom dry heaving and gagged once after a few minutes i leaned over the commod and started puking automatically ànd all the mess was out didn't had time to think and just puked 3 retches continuosly one after the other it was horrible and i was left with nothing in my tummy after that :( i cleaned the mess on my own as there was no-óne to help me with this anyways a pic of the puke is shown below 👇

so this is my recent puke story... i hope everyone enjoys it )

4:03pm and my dignity is somewhere between the bar and my bathroom floor

note to self: tequila is not your friend, it’s that chaotic ex who still has your Netflix password

I actually made it home. That’s the win. Keys fought me for a solid minute and I think I apologized to my front door. Shoes kicked off somewhere in the dark. One still by the couch, the other probably eligible for its own lease now.

The Uber ride back was all wind and bad ideas. Window down, city lights smearing past, Drake mumbling through my blown speaker while my stomach started drafting its resignation letter. Four margaritas is “just vibes” until your body files a formal complaint.

It clocked me in the hallway.

One second I’m fine, thinking I’ll just chug water and be a responsible adult. Next second my gut does that elevator-drop thing and I’m doing the world’s least sexy sprint to the bathroom. No running in beat-up Vans after midnight. It’s more like a haunted stagger.

I barely lifted the seat.

Not cinematic. Not “indie film sad boy in the rain.” Just me, forehead on the cold tile, praying to a god I only talk to when I’m sick or my team is losing.

Then it all came up.

Salt. Lime. Male pride. That “just one more” shot Jake bought at 12:47. The cheap wings I swore tasted “pretty decent” at the time. My ribs tried to exit my body. My eyes watered like I just watched the ending of Marley & Me. Pretty sure I saw my soul leave and come back because it forgot its phone charger.

The sound? Astronomical. My downstairs neighbor probably thinks I’m demolishing the bathroom. There was sweat. There was regret. There was a receipt for $73 in my pocket that I pulled out mid-crisis just to stare at like it personally betrayed me.

After, it’s just silence and the toilet water judging me. I flushed and it sounded louder than the DJ at the bar. Sat there with my back against the tub, shirt clinging to me, hair a mess, Spotify still bleeding “Mr. Brightside” from my hoodie pocket because the universe has a sense of humor.

Dragged myself to the sink. Drank tap water like I’d been lost in the desert for 40 years. Splashed my face till I looked less “walk of shame” and more “guy who might have his life together.” Checked my phone. I texted my ex “u up?” at 2:11am. She said “don’t.” Fair.

Now I’m in bed. Hoodie I’ve had since sophomore year. Mouth tastes like a dive bar mop bucket. Fairy lights my roommate put up are flickering like they’re disappointed in me too.

The bar definitely won the afternoon

But I made it home, and the room finally stopped spinning.

So I guess I won the night.