Stomachache, or pain in the belly, is something I really want when I don’t have it, and I always wish I don’t have when I do.
It’s something that I don’t enjoy it when I have, but I will enjoy how I can’t enjoy it.
When I fight with my friend (and it was a boy) in highschool, he was so angry and punched my belly so hard in front of the class. I was embarrassed. It was such a humiliation. My stomach was surely hurting and churning. I can’t even breathe. If no one was there, I would have been curling up on the floor and moaning in pain. But, because everybody was starring at me, all I can do is just walk back to my seat and pretend that nothing happen. It was humiliating.
But when it’s all over, I enjoy the memory of it. I enjoy remembering how bad my stomach hurt at that moment. I enjoy remembering how I hate that pain. I really enjoy remembering how I felt humiliated back then. It was such a sweet memory.
The other case, everytime my gastrointestinal disease comes, I always feel so suffer because my stomach will be churning in a long, long time like someone just punched it. I will feel nausea and weak. And I always hate that illness when it comes. But, when I get healthy, I always miss that illness, and even imagine that someone punched my stomach when my gastro problem comes.
But the one I’ve always enjoyed is diarrhea. I always enjoy the hurting feeling in my bowels when it’s irritated or something so I got diarrhea. I really like the pain. It feels so great. And I always wish someone would punch me in the belly when I had diarrhea.
