I have the vaguest sense of horror about a long past gradeschool shart, but thankfully the more I try to remember the further it fades. Most of those memories are repressed. "No meat, no pudding" trauma is long lasting.
Really, this is a humorous thread but I originally clicked it because I thought it said "
shot". In my first real job I worked closely with an "old guy"/60's veteran/flower-child who shot himself through the forearm just to see what it felt like. Figured I'd stumbled onto a cult of his buddies.
