Some things one cannot unsee

I don't know which did more irreperable damage to me, watching a video of a pig getting shot in the head and then his head chopped off with a chainsaw (lots more blood than I expected, and kept twitching a lot longer than I would have guessed)

OR

Searching online for people's names, running across Lisa's, and viewing the picture. She hasn't changed one bit. Short thing, ratty curly hair slicked backwards, oily freckled pale skin, tatterred thin flannel-print dress hanging too way too low on her hips, exposed bellybutton, Mona Lisa anti-smile, looking directly into the flash to intentionally create red eye.

For both visages I am both repulsed and intrigued. It's strange how these sorts of things work.

I can't really relate to the pig, other than being one on occasion. That pig slaughter had no redeeming qualities to it.

She, on the other hand...

I propose a theory. The theory is that one of the major benefits to girlfriends is that, when properly applied to one's life, do not permit visions or memories of past girlfriends to pollute my psyche. Of course, they would just wind up as ex's themselves, so... I guess one can never win.