Bad memory for things I hate

A funny thing is that sometimes I go so long without doing something I hate that I completely forget that I hated it from the beginning.

I went hiking with my friends, it was my idea, I hate hiking, I hate it from the bottom of my sad and bitter soul.

Was it fun, despite the mosquitoes biting me and the mud up to my knees because it's obvious that I ended up falling into a fucking swamp? Yes, of course.

Will I do it again? Yeah, probably in a few months, because my negative feelings about this experience will fade and I'll think: Hey, this is a beautiful day to connect with nature :)

No Nana, please, it's not. You hate hiking, you literally grew up on a farm and hated it, you left for the city at the first chance. You hate hiking and you're not homesick, that's just an illusion of your mind :(