False Memories

This isn't new, but the blog could use an update.

You may remember this quote from a while ago:

Me (paraphrased): I wish I liked hamburgers. It would be very useful to like them, because they're like sandwiches, but more filling, and they are served at almost every restaurant, and it would be very convenient if I liked them. But I don't.

Derek: That sounded like an audition monologue.

Some time after I had said this, I was talking to my mother about my dislike for hamburgers when she casually mentions, "You've never actually tried a hamburger because you never wanted them as a kid."

I stared at her. "Are you kidding me? I always thought I hated them because you would tell me I did and cook me other foods instead."

She denies that she ever gave me the impression I hated hamburgers, but I still think it was her fault. All those years I went around thinking I hated hamburgers...I do like hamburgers, and since this last conversation I have tried my first hamburger at the age of 15.

So, alright, I can forgive my mother for doing that once. But this was not an isolated incidence!

One of the things other people sometimes comment on is the fact that I never put my hair up. And the story I have always told them is that my mother always made me put my hair up in elementary school every single day and since then I don't wear it up. My mother overheard me telling this story and denied it was true, relentlessly arguing that she did no such thing.

I wonder what other lies I've been basing my life habits off of...


Sachi