If you've seen the movie, you'll understand what I'm talking about, and if not, I must say viewer discretion is somewhat advised. Well, while watching this movie, I saw that this guy was actually being made to sleep in a bathtub and I'm laughing all like "Hahahaha! That's funny.......I really need to rethink my life." And then, for a second time, near the ending, they were going back and forth between characters, and they show him all uncomfortable, and I say, "Oh come on they're not all that bad...........I really need to rethink my life. I wish I could bury that memory." So I suppose I should tell you what this is all about. When I lived in Nevada, just a few months after our house had caught on fire, we were living in a rental house. This place was really nice, really big, and all that other stuff. So for the past few years, I always had this annoying thing where I would get incredibly sick on my brother's birthday; and we ended up having his birthday at that house. We ended up sharing a room on the second floor. This room was huge, mainly because it was meant to be a theaters room. I mean, about 5/6 of that room wasn't taken up....ever. And my bed was literally right next to the door. Now during the day, and a little during the night, I felt entirely fine. But just as I went to bed, my stomach started to feel a bit funny. Later that night, I wake up with a start and a second later start vomiting next to my bed. I rush to the bathroom which was practically right next to our bedroom and start staring into the toilet for about....oh let's say 2 or so hours, with the taste of vomit still in my mouth. Afterwards, I go to bed, but it was rediculously uncomfortable for me, and I just felt like I would pop again. So guess what I did...... I actually took a pillow and blanket and went to the bathroom, put up the lid on the toilet, and set myself in the bathtub. I'm not kidding you, I actually found that sleeping in the bathtub was one of the most comfortable things that I could find that night, and the rest of the night I ended up sleeping in the bathtub. No problems, just me in there all snug. Eventually I get woken up by my brother wondering what I was doing in there. But either way, that was certainly a night I will never forget. It was also one of the last nights that I ever got sick on my brother's birthday. Only other night I got sick near his birthday was when we were moving from SC to TX about 4 or so years later. So just to sum up, I end up thinking bathtubs are nice, I see a movie with the guy being uncomfortable, and I remember that memory again and blurt out "they're not all that bad".......how much therapy do I need right about now?
I actually did. That was, no joke, a cool story bro. I first thought you were gonna rip on the movie......then I would have been pissed. But I thought that was interesting and funny.
my stomach and mouth didn't find it quite as funny when it was happening. And the clean-up I did afterwards did not help. My dad was basically "It's from you, so you clean it up." Uuuugh, still thinking about it makes that smell come back to me
