What are your emotional triggers?
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the last Thanksgiving with my ma
https://youtu.be/CBHKd-xdue0 6 -
First my bad one...phone calls later than 9 or 10 pm
Lost my first love to a motorcycle accident while he was visiting his home country I received a phone call at 11 at night to let me know....
Lost my dad on Valentine's Day and got a phone call from the hospital at 3 a.m. that day while he was in for some routine tests and supposed to be coming home that day...
I know this is a relatable one but it's a *kitten* too😖
Now my good ones🤗
Any Italian Music or even the Rat Pack and especially Perry Comos Impossible will have me in tears remember my father.....💗but its also a beautiful memory too....
Hearing the ice cream truck brings me back to my dad and sweltering summer days playing in the street half ball (city chick) and then booking it to my house to call up to my dad to PLEEEEEEASE through down some money Lol....he'd buy for all of us .. He rocked ....and we were poor so that was big💗
And lastly the Wizard of Oz....it was pre videos/cable yup old chick too 😖....my mom would make us this amazing iced peach tea and and sweetened colored popcorn treats and we'd get the blankets and pillows on the living room floor and sometimes could have a friend over....she always made it so special...i love that movie and that lady💗
I think I have something in my eye....🙈😰7 -
the last Thanksgiving with my mahttps://youtu.be/CBHKd-xdue0
I really like this song. It evokes feelings within me without even having a memory attached to it.3 -
Motorsheen wrote: »CanesGalactica wrote: »seltzermint555 wrote: »Motorsheen wrote: »
The colors orange & white together.
I was 3 years old.
It was Summertime in Ohio.
It was Hot.
These were the colors of an inflatable swimming pool dad bought me for the backyard.
That image ONLY reminds me of Whataburger and I'm not even Texan.
The only correct answer to these colors.
....obviously you don't know the unbridled joy in the heart of a three year old boy on a hot, July afternoon and the pure delight of doing a bellyflop into several inches of water displaced from a garden hose into an inflatable pool.
(for the record, you're still invited to go swimming with me... the pool now is just a little bit bigger, deeper and fancy.)
I'll hold you to that. I love swimming.
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I don’t like anyone telling me what to do because it reminds me of my overly controlling parents.
Ditto.
Sometimes in the summer my garden shed smells just like the garage on my aunt and uncle's farm, where I used to go during summer vacation. It brings me back to those happier times when I was free of my parents.1 -
Mine are negative at the moment. Mostly stress related and that makes me snack on junk food. Kids home sick, kids bickering, kids whining, husband running late, money due for this school thing and that school thing and don’t forget the book fair! You want to be a good parent and encourage reading don’t you? Why you’re at it sign up for the SEVEN HOUR mother son event coming in November. What’s that? Oh, midterms, finals.....tuition due again?!3
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The simple question “what’s for dinner?” Is enough to trigger me into a quivering, oozing, crying blob of cantankerous jello.3
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“Mooommmmm, there’s nothing to do....I’m so bored!” triggers me into a catatonic state in which I stare at the wall, drool, and mutter “clean the house, walk the dog, pick up your stuff, put away your clothes, study....” repeatedly under my breath while rocking back and forth to the beat of the song “they’re coming to take me away ha ha, they’re coming to take me away hee-.hee”.4
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I forgot this one bit this article reminded me....any abuse towards animals makes me want to abuse the abuser. People suck!
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tinkerhellraiser wrote: »coco by Chanel perfume
Opium, Paris by YSL, Bill Blass... all my mom through the years.
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amorfati601070 wrote: »I forgot this one bit this article reminded me....any abuse towards animals makes me want to abuse the abuser. People suck!
Omg this breaks my heart 😢
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amorfati601070 wrote: »I forgot this one bit this article reminded me....any abuse towards animals makes me want to abuse the abuser. People suck!
Omg this breaks my heart 😢
I know Perth very well, guy was probably a tweaker. So sad, animals are always the innocent victims1 -
amorfati601070 wrote: »amorfati601070 wrote: »I forgot this one bit this article reminded me....any abuse towards animals makes me want to abuse the abuser. People suck!
Omg this breaks my heart 😢
I know Perth very well, guy was probably a tweaker. So sad, animals are always the innocent victims
Poor birdie. 😢😢😢
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I thought all mine were negative till I started reading this thread. Now I can only think of good ones. Like Bleach. The smell of bleach makes me want ice cream. I use to work at a Dairy Queen as a kid and when we closed up for the night we’d clean the place with this cleaner that had a heavy bleach smell. When we were done I’d always eat ice cream.6
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Toy Story movies2
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Im either dead inside or suppressing a shitload of emotion......i got nuthin3
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Airports remind me when I got shipped off to go live with my dad.
Snow reminds me of Chicago2 -
Ghosting/being ignored on purpose/general abandonment.2
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your_future_ex_wife wrote: »tinkerhellraiser wrote: »coco by Chanel perfume
Opium, Paris by YSL, Bill Blass... all my mom through the years.
ooh yes to all of this. And Clinique Aromatic Elixir, that will always remind me of my mom.
Liz by Liz Claiborne takes me back to middle school, I swear I can almost hear Pump Up The Jam by Technotronic when I smell it. Also lots of hair products take me back, like anything Aussie (middle school again), Herbal Essences (high school), and Paul Mitchell (college). Endless.1 -
All My Exes Live in Texas and similar era country music makes me think about my grandpa singing. Also, the sound of an iron steaming. My grandma would allow me to iron my grandpa's hankies when she did his shirts/pants.
Creamy peanut butter softened on a crunchy toasted Thomas english muffin at my p-grandmas house.2 -
All of my mother's home cooking and her sisters, too. That woman can throw anything into the pot, kick the oven door shut and throw supper on the table at 5 pm. It will be good every single time and blow your toasty socks right off your feet.2
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Roaring crowds ... The smell of beer marinated lamb chop BBQ... Huge stadium cushions ... Picnic basket ... Esque. ..Sloshed passionfruit juice or coconut water ... The smell of sweat and Deep heat muscle relaxant ... RUGBY weekends with my Dad.
I make it a point to follow his teams to this day in his honor. I get a smorgasbord of emotions. ... There are times when it hits me and I cry or well up with controlled tears ... And at other times, I merely revel in it, smile and celebrate his life.2 -
The smell of boxing gyms ... Speed balls ... Tyre weighted boxing bags with duct tape ... Whipping sounds of the jump rope ...slip lines taped onto the cement floor with masking tape ... Droplets of or pools of sweat being mopped up ... Gym bags lined up to one side ... Boxing gloves hanging from hooks by homemade lockers ...Gumball machines ... Arcade video games ... Women in short short denim skirts, full face makeup, bright red lippers, enough Impulse deodorant to wake the dead loitering outside .... I flash back to my uncle ( #5 in my mum's family, who lived with us in our house and was practically like our older brother) . An avid boxing enthusiast he was ... Going to his boxing club and matches with him was never boring.
Still on my uncle ... Tall glasses of milk with Milo & cookies. It was our after kindie ritual with him, as he would collect us from there and take us home, before dropping us off to garden with the Marist Brothers.
Ahhhhh .... Beautiful cactus' of all kinds and heirloom roses... We would toddle about helping one brother or more as they tended to the gardens in the front of school or the veggie plots in the back, near the boarding house my paternal grandfather paid to have erected. These Irish brothers were like grandfathers to us. We spent more time with them than our real granddads. One was an Olympian for GB in his heyday Brother T, so he made certain we learnt his style of executing the perfect discus, shotput and javelin throw. ROFL ... Hated doing it @training in my teens, as he would insist I trained with his boys. Embarrassing then, a fond memory which makes me smile now.2 -
I thought all mine were negative till I started reading this thread. Now I can only think of good ones. Like Bleach. The smell of bleach makes me want ice cream. I use to work at a Dairy Queen as a kid and when we closed up for the night we’d clean the place with this cleaner that had a heavy bleach smell. When we were done I’d always eat ice cream.
I like this one. I used to work at baskinrobbins...big rats bring back good times1 -
r3d_butt3rfly_ wrote: »Airports remind me when I got shipped off to go live with my dad.
Snow reminds me of Chicago
Seeing the Air NZ koru logo and the Qantas jumping kangaroo logo reminds me of being sprayed before disembarking for boarding school in NZ - they need to protect their agriculture . My ONLY negative airport experience.1 -
Brisk air and bright stadium lights take me back to the third grade when I was a little cheerleader.1
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The "What's on your mind" post about a cover between Ray Davies and Metallica. Flashed back to my junior social at St Mary's hall. My first pakeha boyfriend Hamish, that everyone called 'He Man' as he was an 17 year old deadringer then. Not so much today, as he resembles a Dad-bod Thor in a cute teddy bear kinda way. I didn't really listen to this song, but it was our song soooo corny.
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isalsayourface123 wrote: »I thought all mine were negative till I started reading this thread. Now I can only think of good ones. Like Bleach. The smell of bleach makes me want ice cream. I use to work at a Dairy Queen as a kid and when we closed up for the night we’d clean the place with this cleaner that had a heavy bleach smell. When we were done I’d always eat ice cream.
I like this one. I used to work at baskinrobbins...big rats bring back good times
Ha. Rats. That’s why I never ate the chocolate sprinkles.0 -
The smell of the ocean always reminds me of my grandparents. We had some good holidays there. My gran made tomato jam and my grampa fished and we'd eat every meal at the dining room table
The smell of cigarettes (not smoked ones, more the smell of the empty box) and Turkish delights reminds me of my other gran. She smoked heavily and always sent me to buy her cigarettes (back in the days when it was legal for a child to buy cigarettes) and I could use the change for sweets
I have some good memories, but my kitchen knife does not trigger good responses. It is a great knife, but I will never be able to use it without remembering some bad stuff3
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