Flashback to my high school years. I had recently made my first online balloon purchase – a bag of 25 standard blue Q24 balloons. By the time I'd made my way through several balloons, I had gotten brave enough to inflate them to their rated size, and soon found how strong they could really be. Naturally, they ended up becoming makeshift chairs, and so I'd have a few lying about that were stretched out a bit.
One day, I was sitting on my bed with one that was probably a week old, at least. At some point, I noticed the region around the knot seemed a bit thin. I can't quite explain what happened next: I stood up from the edge of the bed, placed the balloon where I had sat, and sat hard on it. Of course, the thing burst, but I don't remember having my usual second or two of confusion. I seemed to know full well what would happen.
Here's what I believe to be an important factor: my younger brother was in the room with me. When I bought my first large balloons, I hadn't even thought about the concept of stowing them away. My first Q24 purchase was passed off as "some cool thing I saw online—giant balloons!" (which was the truth, to be fair. Obviously, I'm much more covert now... )
I'm a strict non-popper, primarily due to my aversion to the bang. Though I feel neither sad nor angry when a balloon pops, I don't purposefully pop them. My theory is that it was some adrenaline rush that bypassed the sexual factor and went straight for, "Hey, this is fun, and I'm not afraid!"
Have any other non-poppers experienced this, particularly when among other people? I'm curious because it was a one-time thing for me.
One day, I was sitting on my bed with one that was probably a week old, at least. At some point, I noticed the region around the knot seemed a bit thin. I can't quite explain what happened next: I stood up from the edge of the bed, placed the balloon where I had sat, and sat hard on it. Of course, the thing burst, but I don't remember having my usual second or two of confusion. I seemed to know full well what would happen.
Here's what I believe to be an important factor: my younger brother was in the room with me. When I bought my first large balloons, I hadn't even thought about the concept of stowing them away. My first Q24 purchase was passed off as "some cool thing I saw online—giant balloons!" (which was the truth, to be fair. Obviously, I'm much more covert now... )
I'm a strict non-popper, primarily due to my aversion to the bang. Though I feel neither sad nor angry when a balloon pops, I don't purposefully pop them. My theory is that it was some adrenaline rush that bypassed the sexual factor and went straight for, "Hey, this is fun, and I'm not afraid!"
Have any other non-poppers experienced this, particularly when among other people? I'm curious because it was a one-time thing for me.
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