brainwashed

Walking through campus today and watching other people go about their business, I realized something. Almost everything I learned during my brief stint as a GI Jane (and trust me it wasn't much, I'm pretty sure I spent most of that time in a drunken haze), I summarily forgot the day I took my uniform off permanently. But one thing I can't let go of, no matter how hard I try, is NOT walking on grass. I just can't do it, no matter how brown or how weed-infested I cannot walk across a field of grass. Even if traipsing across a lawn would shorten my walk by half, some random siren in my head goes off and I end up staying on the sidewalk. It's not that I haven't ever walked on grass since Uncle Sam and I decided it was best that we went our separate ways, I have. But I feel a little guilty about it, an emotion I don't often pay much attention to, and the guilt makes the walk completely unenjoyable. I think I need some hypnotherapy. Not walking on grass makes going to the park pretty pointless, and picnics...fuggetaboutit.