I was a mommies boy and happy to be one

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 its own texture and taste and that I wanted to experience the flavors, 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 realized I liked words and could use them to convey things. For the last 20 years I’ve written my bible “4 million and one reasons to hate Bon Jovi“. I’m a laid back, relaxed type of person who refuses to let things bother him and when I sought professional help to try to 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: