“When You Ignore Your Stomach and It Fights Back — Violently” | by the_unlikely_writer_that_you _will_like | Jul, 2025
Hello, the ones reading this!
Now, this story is a little shitty — or should I say poopy.
It all began on 22/07/2025 (yes, the date matters).
My friend — let’s call him “X” — and I were at my cousin’s house. We played games all day and had a sleepover. The next morning, my cousin’s family and I woke up early, but X was still in dreamland.
At 4 AM, he briefly woke up for a totally human reason — to poop (understandable).
By 10 AM, he got up again and was asked to fetch some goods from a nearby shop. His stomach? Not well. But he ignored it. Mistake #1.
He got back and decided to head home. He picked up his phone and keys and left — but something… called him.
No, not a person — it was his coldly rejected ache from the gut, returning like an ex with a vengeance.
Something like:
“You didn’t break me — you just taught me silence.
Now I don’t need to be heard… I’ll be felt.
Not as love,
but as the storm you never saw coming.”
And it was a storm.
A BUTTUNAMI. (Context: Butt + Tsunami. Yes, it’s that serious.)
Right there, in the middle of the street, he shat his pants. And it wasn’t a cute little accident — it was liquid chaos. Now X had two choices:
- Sprint home and risk letting the neighborhood witness the horror.
- Use the shop’s toilet and save what dignity remained.
He chose the sane option: the shop toilet.
But on the way in… some of “it” fell out.
Still, he ignored it and made it to the toilet, only to find… it was under repair. So now he’s in a half-hellhole, surrounded by workers, trying to hold himself together.
He went in anyway.
And what he did there was… mesmerizing destruction. A splash zone nobody asked for.
But just when he thought he could clean up — there was no water.
Yup. NO. WATER.
He begged the workers to turn on the motor. By some miracle, they did. He cleaned the crime scene, and himself (kinda). But the shame?
Still very fresh, even today — 27/07/2025.
Now you’re wondering, “How do I know all this?”
Well… that’s a story for next time.
Until then — stay clean. And maybe don’t ignore your stomach’s first warning.
If you liked this mess, support the chaos.
GOODBYE.
