Restrictions.

One of the worst feelings I’ve come to realise is having certain things taken away from you unintentionally by people.

I’ll elaborate.

Let’s say you want to sit at a certain spot at the park and read but the last time you went to that certain spot heaps of people tried to talk to you.

Or you want to watch a certain movie but the person who recommended you that movie became a real asshole later on.

These chains around enjoyable things that nobody intended to restrict from you are the worst because you can’t really blame the people for restricting them. They never intended to ruin How I Met Your Mother for you. They didn’t plan killing your enjoyment of a certain cafe; It just happened.

After time, though, you can come around to enjoying those things again.

Probably.

I wouldn’t know, it hasn’t happened to me yet.