in undergrad i was in a study group and they were talking about things to "heal their inner child". i really didn't get the whole premise i guess -- had too nice a childhood, ya know?
they asked me what would "heal me" and i said "i've been obsessed with 911 turbos and big titties for as long as i can remember, if that counts."
nobody said a thing. just silence for minutes as they awkwardly flipped through notes like i was the weird one for not being raped as a kid.