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- Firemen start fires.
- Getting fired means being set on fire.
- You can be literally anything you want - animal, vegetable or mineral
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I used to believe the guards at Buckingham Palace were actually robots, which explained why they had (seemingly) giant heads, showed no emotions and marched around in groups when they weren't just standing still.
My son once told me he saw a policeman. I replied "where did you see the police officer?" He replied that he was not a police officer because he had a car. I said "what do you mean?" Police officers don't have a car because they work in the "office".
When I was five my friends would ask me what my dad did for work. I told them that he was a Pawn broker. "What's that", my friends would ask, I replied my dad Breaks Prawns open. So for a year or two I believed that my dad sold or broke Prawns in Half.. When in fact he loaned money
My sister once told me that the garbage men working for BFI, were really FBI agents because BFI is FBI mixed up. I was scared of them until I was almost 10.
my dad told me that when people got "the sack" from work, they were literally put in a sack and thrown over london bridge into the thames. I believed him and argued with a teacher about it. I then spent a whole morning stood in the corridor for my beliefs. Thanks Dad.
When I was little, I believed that my Dad worked in a factory where they painted peas green!
I remember being around 5 years old and being put to bed in the early evening. As I lay in bed, I would hear airplanes flying over our house and sooner or later hear my dad come through the front door. I thought the planes dropped him off at our house after work.
Also, my Dad was an electrical engineer. I thought he drove a train and wore a striped hat since he was an "engineer."
As a young child I thought plumbers were men who sold Plumbs!
I used to believe adults lived where they worked. I thought the staff room (teachers' lounge) at school was some sort of complex, although the teachers actually slept on their desks. I whole-heartedly believed the minister slept in one of the pews (some had long, mattress-like cushions on them): it seemed ludicrous a building as big as a church would be kept for just an hour a week - something that still baffles me!
I used to believe that one could actually grow up and get a career as a fairy princess... sometimes, I wish I still did.
I used to believe that god made all of the builders first so that they could build all the houses for the other people.
I used to believe that you had to "buy" your job. The more money you paid, the better the job.
When I was in first school I started noticing that my friends in fourth year (9 years old, very grown-up!) would vanish over the summer and not be there when I came back in September. I asked one of the classroom helpers where they went; she said they were leaving the school. For another year and a half I believed that once you were nine years old you had to leave school and go to work... in my mind it was never normal office-type work either but something like mining or working in a factory full of smoke. Maybe in Victorian times I would have been almost right.
When I was in the second grade, the kid who sat behind me would always do really gross things. One day I looked back and caught him trying to put the pointy end of a pencil in between his eyelid and push back (like, into the back of his eye... gross), and so I asked him what he was doing. He told me "Don't try this, I'm a professional." So, for the longest time, I thought that anyone distinguished as a "professional" poked lead pencils into the back of their eyes. I guess that's why I thought my dad's boss was crazy.
When I was a little kid, I went with my mom to the paint store and was fascinated by all the different colors of paint samples, each with their own mysteriously descriptive name. I asked Mom where they got the names for all these colors, and she replied that it was somebody's job. I was elated to find my future profession! I would be a color-namer.
This would of course be the GREATEST job in the world, but as of yet I haven't found any available positions.
When I was little I sometimes saw chimneysweepers dressed in black, standing on the roofs. I used to think they were monkeys.
When I joined the Royal Navy in the early sixties I convinced my dear old mum that we anchored every night and everybody went to bed, and sheusedtobelieve that for years!.
When I was very young, probably about 3 or 4 I got very upset when my father had to leave the house to go to work. My grandmother hugged me and explained that he was out making money. I felt so sorry for my dad after that - for years I believed that he was working underground in a horrible, dark, hot factory hand carving coins and cutting out paper notes - poor dad!
When I was 5, the mother of one of the kids in my class came to school to talk about her job, which happened to be nursing. During the talk, she mentioned that if you had to go into "theatre" you should never wear nailpolish, as they need to see the colour of your fingernails to make sure you are getting enough oxygen.
Well, a week later, Mum took us to a play....at the THEATRE...and I had nailpolish on. I pleaded with my mother to take it off with remover, but she didn't have any. In sat there in the theatre gripped by mortal fear for the whole play. Mum didn't have a clue about what I was on about until she talked to the teacher a few weeks later!! Finally it was explained to me that the nurse meant "operating" theatre!!
I thought everyone worked in a hospital. Granted, both my parents worked in a hospital and so did many of their friends and our relatives, so it seemed to be all adults talked about, but I don't know how I thought, you know, cars got built and books got written and stuff. It didn't fit, so I disregarded it I guess.
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