We all have thoughts, memories, or impulses that we bury deep—things we’d never say out loud, even to our closest friends. This isn’t about crime confessions or obvious trauma, but those disturbing truths about ourselves that quietly haunt us. What’s the part of you that you hide from the world because you’re afraid of what it might reveal?
Let’s be honest—anonymity is a powerful thing.
I haven’t revealed the darkest one to anyone for a good reason and I sure aren’t going to do it here.
However, another one came to mind which I’m not sure is dark or just weird but you know that noise a panicing pig makes? I get some weird enjoyment from it. Not when it comes to any other animal but only pigs. In all other situations seeing an animal or human panic that way would make me want to stop what ever is causing it and I do consider myself overall highly empathic person but pigs get none of that. It’s not that I have some urge to hurt them but rather that squeaking just doesn’t get any empathy from me.
Admittedly though, I sometimes want to stomp small yapping dogs as well so there’s that too.
To contrast this: I don’t hurt spiders, I catch flies alive and take them outside, I euthanize silverfish on my glue traps because I don’t want them to suffer more than necessary and I don’t trap mice from my attic because I don’t want to kill them. Go figure.