TMI
Too much information. It’s an expression we use when a friend goes on in detail about their toilet habits or their kid’s throw-up. There are things we really don’t want to know about.
Once they’ve told you though they can’t just “untell” you. And it’s damn near impossible for you to just erase it from your memory. It’s stuck in there and ever so often it comes up in your thoughts and you’re left reliving the horror.
But it’s not always about what they do say. Sometimes it’s about what they don’t say, the details that they leave out because they don’t want you to know everything. Only you know other things, you see signs, interpret clues and when you put it all together two and two seem to make four. And it leaves you with this sick feeling in the pit of your stomach and you pray to deities you don’t necessarily believe in to make it not so.
So you find yourself awake near midnight on a school night, unable to sleep, writing pages and pages of words and sentences, trying to make it go away or at least bearable but it just doesn’t work.
The honest approach would be to just ask and hopefully find out that I got it all wrong. It’s just that asking in this case would be unethical.
But what if I did put my ethics aside and asked and I’m told that I got it in one, will I have to live with this sick feeling forever?