cure

I hate doctors.

no offence to doctors, really. i know quite a few in person, and they're all very nice people, i have absolutely no reason to complain.
but, soon as they go to work, and get all brisk, professional and doctory, i want to have nothing to do with them anymore.

this should not be confused with being 'afraid of doctors', which is not what it is, not at all! it's dislike, really!
paediatricians are great, but all their attempts to distract me, when i was a kid, only made me more nervous and suspicious. he'd be saying "so, do you have any pets?", and I'd just know (with that freaky 6th sense thing that 6 year olds are supposed to have) that he had the hepatitis shot ready in his hand.
i mean, they're sooo noble, they save lives... i know! but they also trick children with candy and friendly chitchat!

i must go see a doctor i about an hour, who will scrutinise and say judgmental things about my tonsils. what if i like my tonsils!?

given a choice, i'd keep the achey neck and swollen nodes! okay, not really.
but i don't want to see a doctor!
:(

confession

sometimes i don't get xkcd

*nods head sadly*


this one is great, though! very me :D

conspiracy

Parental-Unit M decided to take me shopping.

Parental-Unit D frowned, and said: 'you shop too much...where would you put all that stuff anyway, you're running out of storage space...look at me, my clothes occupy exactly one and a half shelves (this is an enormous lie btw). you really don't need all the things you buy...etc.'
and then in a sort of stage whisper, to P.U.M., added: 'you know how much she's going to spend on things she'll never use.'

Parental-Unit M changed her mind, and decided to go for a walk instead.