I have an aversion to honey mustard pretzel crumbs after I associated the once-delightfully-delicious-to-me snacks with the worst and only bout of food poisoning in my life. To this day, I can't touch the stuff, and the thought of honey mustard pretzels is enough to make me squeamish. (I have a few comments about what makes me squeamish which I'll address some other day... Think about paper cuts between your fingers and your toes... Yeah... Makes me cringe...) What's impressive is that this aversion has somehow been imprinted in my mind. What's more, the intensity of my dislike for the pretzels hasn't decreased all that much. I know what I'm talking about because I was a psychology major... Hahaha...

When I think about those times when I feel like life has socked me in the stomach, I realize that I'm quick to forget how I felt at that particular moment. When I face the consequences of my retarded actions, there's regret and motivation to turn a new leaf...but, in a matter of a day (or a few days in some occasions), it's hard to remember any of the feelings from before. Basically, it's hard to sustain those emotions and desires of yesterday. And, this is unbelievably frustrating... I almost wish I could get a severe case of food poisoning each time I did something stupid and was supposed to learn my lesson. I think I would remember better then... I'm such an irrational creature, it drives me insane.

I've joked in the past that I've got OCD. But, I bet you I really have it... I'm far too impulsive and obsessive about certain things... That's why I should never go to any casino... Do you hear me, friends? Keep me away from casinos... Too bad Vegas is right around the corner...

No more online gambling... I promise!