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Since I can remember I have always hated a seperate night of the week all the time...
I used to hate Monday nights when I was young, I never quite understood why. My mum always went out on that night. I don't know if that had anything to do with it. Although I can't remember the name of that show but the one with the old guy looking back on his childhood and it had a Beatles song as the tune... anyway that depressed me and I always had trouble sleeping on Monday nights can't remember why, anyway it just got me thinking of how your feelings for stuff begin:
Now Monday nights are just like any other night really but I still hate them deep down...
That goes for a few other things like getting my hair cut, once again when I was little I got my hair along with a few lairs of skin off my ear... wasn't a big cut, just a scratch *beats chest* but since then I just hate getting my hair cut. Not being scared of losing my ear, just the memories of displeasure at it.
Food - Smoked Salmon, Steak Pie and Lasnagia, all very nice I guess but I would never be able to eat it again as I was forced to at relatives houses and just wanted to die at the table... so there another.
Werthers Orignals... I loved those for a day, then ate too much and can never eat them again.
See its all a mental thing, one bad experience can affect you for the rest of your life, sad but true... so what about you lot?
I used to hate Monday nights when I was young, I never quite understood why. My mum always went out on that night. I don't know if that had anything to do with it. Although I can't remember the name of that show but the one with the old guy looking back on his childhood and it had a Beatles song as the tune... anyway that depressed me and I always had trouble sleeping on Monday nights can't remember why, anyway it just got me thinking of how your feelings for stuff begin:
Now Monday nights are just like any other night really but I still hate them deep down...
That goes for a few other things like getting my hair cut, once again when I was little I got my hair along with a few lairs of skin off my ear... wasn't a big cut, just a scratch *beats chest* but since then I just hate getting my hair cut. Not being scared of losing my ear, just the memories of displeasure at it.
Food - Smoked Salmon, Steak Pie and Lasnagia, all very nice I guess but I would never be able to eat it again as I was forced to at relatives houses and just wanted to die at the table... so there another.
Werthers Orignals... I loved those for a day, then ate too much and can never eat them again.
See its all a mental thing, one bad experience can affect you for the rest of your life, sad but true... so what about you lot?
SHEEPY wrote:
That goes for a few other things like getting my
> hair cut, once again when I was little I got my hair along with a few lairs of
> skin off my ear... wasn't a big cut, just a scratch *beats chest* but since then
> I just hate getting my hair cut. Not being scared of losing my ear, just the
> memories of displeasure at it.
Ah, if you'd been to the hairdresser i was forced into as a kid it'd have been (and frequently was) a case of coming out with little cuts around the tops of both ears. To this day i still can't break the habit of getting my hair cut very short before growing it at least quite long. My brain just prevents me from considering haircuts until as long a time as possible has passed.
*tries to stick out chest to beat it, quickly gives up, hunches forwards and lets gut sag out*
: )
That goes for a few other things like getting my
> hair cut, once again when I was little I got my hair along with a few lairs of
> skin off my ear... wasn't a big cut, just a scratch *beats chest* but since then
> I just hate getting my hair cut. Not being scared of losing my ear, just the
> memories of displeasure at it.
Ah, if you'd been to the hairdresser i was forced into as a kid it'd have been (and frequently was) a case of coming out with little cuts around the tops of both ears. To this day i still can't break the habit of getting my hair cut very short before growing it at least quite long. My brain just prevents me from considering haircuts until as long a time as possible has passed.
*tries to stick out chest to beat it, quickly gives up, hunches forwards and lets gut sag out*
: )
Since I can remember I have always hated a seperate night of the week all the time...
I used to hate Monday nights when I was young, I never quite understood why. My mum always went out on that night. I don't know if that had anything to do with it. Although I can't remember the name of that show but the one with the old guy looking back on his childhood and it had a Beatles song as the tune... anyway that depressed me and I always had trouble sleeping on Monday nights can't remember why, anyway it just got me thinking of how your feelings for stuff begin:
Now Monday nights are just like any other night really but I still hate them deep down...
That goes for a few other things like getting my hair cut, once again when I was little I got my hair along with a few lairs of skin off my ear... wasn't a big cut, just a scratch *beats chest* but since then I just hate getting my hair cut. Not being scared of losing my ear, just the memories of displeasure at it.
Food - Smoked Salmon, Steak Pie and Lasnagia, all very nice I guess but I would never be able to eat it again as I was forced to at relatives houses and just wanted to die at the table... so there another.
Werthers Orignals... I loved those for a day, then ate too much and can never eat them again.
See its all a mental thing, one bad experience can affect you for the rest of your life, sad but true... so what about you lot?
I used to hate Monday nights when I was young, I never quite understood why. My mum always went out on that night. I don't know if that had anything to do with it. Although I can't remember the name of that show but the one with the old guy looking back on his childhood and it had a Beatles song as the tune... anyway that depressed me and I always had trouble sleeping on Monday nights can't remember why, anyway it just got me thinking of how your feelings for stuff begin:
Now Monday nights are just like any other night really but I still hate them deep down...
That goes for a few other things like getting my hair cut, once again when I was little I got my hair along with a few lairs of skin off my ear... wasn't a big cut, just a scratch *beats chest* but since then I just hate getting my hair cut. Not being scared of losing my ear, just the memories of displeasure at it.
Food - Smoked Salmon, Steak Pie and Lasnagia, all very nice I guess but I would never be able to eat it again as I was forced to at relatives houses and just wanted to die at the table... so there another.
Werthers Orignals... I loved those for a day, then ate too much and can never eat them again.
See its all a mental thing, one bad experience can affect you for the rest of your life, sad but true... so what about you lot?