I bought some jam at the farmer's market yesterday, and decided to try something new - cherry pineapple. This morning as I was spreading it on my english muffin, I realized it has the same color and chunky texture of the goo that the mom and girl were covered with when they came back from the other side in Poltergeist. Having made that connection in my head, it was rather difficult to eat after that. My brain can be a dick, sometimes. For decades I never would touch beef that wasn't well done because eww pink. Ditto runny egg yolks. I now know these are the food of the gods, but I missed out for years. Focus: has your dick brain ever made a connection that ruined your enjoyment of something, or similar mental block that prevented you from experiencing something good?