Day 305. Never Ever?

Have you ever used the word “never”, together with an action? You know. When you’ve had a bad experience. Maybe you were disappointed. Or frustrated. Or hurt. Or just plain pissed off. Like, “I’ll never call her again”. Or, “I’ll never go back to that restaurant again”. Or, “I’ll never be able to trust you again”.

I think it’s safe to assume most of us have at some point in our lives.

In my case, it was when I was a kid. Maybe ten years old. A school friend had invited me to go over to her house after school; and to stay for dinner.

The kitchen was a royal mess. Dishes piled up in the sink. Stuff all over the counters. Crumbs everywhere. I was really sorry my mother had said I could stay. While I was busy trying to figure out how I could get out of it, and go home, her mother slapped a few pieces of bologna between two pieces of white bread, doused it all with Ketchup, and stuck it on a plate. A plate I was afraid to look at too closely, in case it was dirty.

Bologna was never a favourite of mine. The filthy kitchen made me very queasy. It was all totally unappealing.