The words in the blog are fairly random with an emphasis on mocking people, places, things and Bon Jovi. Like most blogs, it’s set up for you to leave comments, stories, rantings or whatever comes to mind so please do.
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
When I was younger, I was a Mommies boy
I've always been different to the other kids and when I say 'different' I mean, not the same. I don't know what it was but when I was a little mocker, my friends were interested in climbing trees while I was interested in climbing pyramids. It didn't matter how hard I looked but I never actually found a pyramid. It turns out Ireland isn't well endowed in pyramids. My parents would make me a sandwich and I would dismantle it piece by piece and take a bite out of each piece. When asked why I was doing this, I told them that each individual item had it's own texture and taste and that I wanted to experience the flavours, one by one. My friends would mock me for this but I had the last laugh because my taste buds became super human and years later I would get a job as a wine taster and that was the 79th best job I've ever had. In my teenage years, I realised I liked words and could use them to convey things. For the last twenty years I've been writing my bible '4 million and 1 reasons to hate Bon Jovi'. I'm a laid back, relaxed type of person who refuses to to let things bother him and when I sought professional help to try and cure my fear of Nuns, I was asked if I had a happy childhood. I had a very happy childhood and was always surrounded by happy images: