1. Riding that swing ride at a theme park
I rode it once last summer and while it did not break and send me flying out over the park to my death nor were the laws of physics suspended long enough to cause me to crash into the neighboring swings, I do not trust that it will not do either or both of those things the next time. Therefore I am never riding it again.
2. Sleeping on anything other than a bed (unless I'm camping)
There's just no good reason to. I'm a grown-ass woman. I don't need to be spending the night anywhere that doesn't have a bed. Apparently some people can sleep on couches or recliners or the floor but I am not one of those people. I can't sleep on any surface that is too soft or any surface that is too hard. I am literally just like Goldilocks.
3. Watching Requiem for a Dream
I'm still recovering from the emotional trauma.
4. Eating turducken
And not just because I'm a vegetarian now but because it's disgusting. I think if I ever start eating meat again I'll probably avoid all animals stuffed inside other animals.
5. Living with a roommate
I really, really, really like being able to do whatever I want, whenever I want. If I want spaghetti at 1am there is no one to tell me that's gross. If I want to watch a 'Charmed' marathon even though I have never been silent about how hard I think that show sucks there is no one to call me a hypocrite. If I want to not clean anything for a solid month there is no one to be passive-aggressive and guilt me into cleaning.
If I ever get married we may need to live in adjoining yet separate houses.
6. Watching a scary movie alone, at night, thereby making it impossible to fall asleep for a week...
... that's a lie.
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| Ah, fuck. |
