Read that paragraph again.
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I’m on my forth too. I had really good reasons though.
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I’m the only person I know who could be completely happy on a deserted island all by myself forever.
After being a near perfest shut-in for about 5 years taking care of my grandmother I find myself with a very strong phobia of old people. I can’t stand being around them. I’m just sure something bad is going to happen to them and I’m going to become responsible for them somehow.
I mentioned this a few times but it’s the weirdest thing in my life. I’m being penny stalked. I live in a secure building and every few days someone leaves a penny outside my door. Sometimes it’s new, sometimes it’s old. Sometimes it’s heads up, other times tails. It’s like they walk by my door, fish out any old penny they happen to have in their pocket and drop it. It’s been going on since Sep/Oct 2001. It took me a few months to realize what was going on. Once I figured that out I stopped picking them up.
When I was 6 I decided that nothing special or magical happens on any day and that every day is really the same so I stopped caring about birthdays, christmas, thanksgiving, anniversaries and all that crap. I feel that if you feel like doing something nice for someone then do it, you don’t have to hold on to it because their bithday is a week away.
My birth made the local newspaper for no reason that I could guess. Even had a big picture of the family with my mom holding me.
I passed my driving test on the fifth try - oh, the shame. The problem was that I lived alone, could not afford a car and had no friends who would/could let me practice. So the only time I ever actually drove was in my weekly one hour lesson… I got my job on the understanding I’d pass the driving test within the year, so the pressure was on.
I had cataracts in both eyes removed at the age of 30. The day of the operation my sight was measured at 0.01 (in the Japanese scale, dunno how it works in other countries.) With my implanted lenses plus glasses, my sight is now at 1.0 which is pretty good. I do have an incipient tear in the retina of my left eye which means frequent checks at the hospital and regular panicky rushes to the clinic when I see stars or black floaters, or have eye pain, or… So far, so good.
My second son was a placenta previa baby, and everything about his birth was assbackwards and twisted. To celebrate the fact that he made it out alive and healthy, my husband took our already decided-upon name for it and “assbackwardsded” it. So my son is the proud owner of an inside out name. I was worried at first that it was too weird, but its grown on me.
I have been a foreigner for more than two thirds of my life, and have now lived in Japan for longer than anywhere else including my own native England.
My exact thoughts upon first meeting my future husband were, “I wouldn’t like to meet him on a dark night.” I still don’t quite know how we ended up together but he’s the best thing that ever happened to me, despite a scary first impression!
1.I have 2 salmon fish pillows on my couch, right next to me at the moment.
2.I had smoked salmon in my salad last night.
3.I love the pecan-encrusted trout at Trader Joes.
4.I once caught a trout bare handed in the Eastern Sierras.
5.I went swimming with Whale Sharks in Australia last year.
I can type the Preamble to the US Constitution with my left hand faster than anyone I know can type it with both…and I must to do it before typing a paper, a letter, or posting to my blog (a no-longer-fun, 19-year obsession I’m really beginning to worry about).
I’m completely consumed by languages and English etymologies.
I’ve never had an alcoholic beverage of any kind, or smoked a cigarette in my life.
I make more money than I’m comfortable divulging.
I love my wife more than she, or anyone else in my life, will ever know.
Oh CRAP!!! I thought I was the only one who could do this! Want to know a secret to real distance? Grapefruit juice. Take about a teaspoon full, roll it under your tongue and swallow it. I can get two or three long streams of a few yards each with this method. People who’ve seen me do this are amazed. Yes, it is mildly disgusting, I guess.
Now that I know I’m not a total freak, I wonder if there’s a term for the ability to do this.
Ok, most people here don’t know me at all, but this list will get you all a little closer to the real me.
I am a fairly average person, most people would describe me as pretty vanilla, but I am attracted to weird girls. Tattoos, piercings and unusual jobs. The girl I am currently hoping to date is part of an artist coop, she has several tattoos, and unfortunately got rid of her belly piercing and tongue piercing.
In my youth I had a thing for stealing street signs. I have one from my college, one with my name on it (that means it’s mine right?), and a no parking sign.
Been a long time since a rock’n’roll; been a long time; been a long time; been a long, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely time. 3.5 years at least.
In an attempt to get to a high point to watch the local fireworks display this past 4th of July, my Mom, Dad and I broke into a rock quarry and climbed up a big pile of dirt/gravel. Here in KS, the high points get you a good view for quite a distance, and we saw at least 8 different fireworks displays on the horizon.
I can’t stand milk on my cereal. I was allergic to milk as a child, and now that it is ok for me to have it, I can’t understand why anyone would want their cereal to be wet, cold and mushy.
I once spent 106 days at sea, without seeing land. (That was all I could stand, my BIL later outdid me by spending 270 days)
I was very small back in grade school and junior high. To avoid the inevitable daily beatings from the bigger kids, I crawled home through the sewer system. (Ducked into an opening behind the playground, and felt my way in the dark thru several junctions, and popped up thru the curb grate near my house). Did this daily because the dark/stench was preferable to getting beat up.
I love starting a new job. To me it’s like getting a new car. I’ve had 22 full-time jobs according to my last count. I don’t feel any need to stay if I don’t like it. I once quit a good, fairly desirable position at a BIG company after 3 weeks because I didn’t like it. They were flabbergasted (Them: “But…everyone wants to work here???”, Me: “Not me”)
Within a couple of months of getting my driver’s license (1973), I got a speeding ticket for going 97 in a 35 mph zone. 33 years have passed and I’ve never gotten another speeding ticket.
A few months after getting that speeding ticket, I had my first car wreck. I ran into a cop. :rolleyes: (Thankfully, he wasn’t hurt too badly)
Just curious, I spent 110 days at sea with 5000 other men back in 1988 on the USS Ranger, but it sounds like your talking about a private craft. Could you expand/explain your 106 days a little please. You really peaked my curiosity.
I can do that too – but only by accident. Obviously, I’ve never measured the distance, but it’s typically a very large amount of saliva.
My list…
I’m a Roman Catholic, but I haven’t been to church in three years. I like the principles of the Church, but I don’t agree with the politics at all.
I cut off contact with a family friend after growing tired of listening to her endless rants about my Jeep, my university, and my father’s promotion at work. In the sympathy card she sent after my father’s death, she wrote a little paragraph stating that she couldn’t understand how we could have possibly drifted apart. :dubious:
I accidentally damaged a package of shower curtain rings in Wal-Mart, then put them back on the shelf.
I’ve been known to drive over landscaping (rocks, formed hills, curbs) in parking lots.
I used Apple computers until sixth grade. Now the only time I use an Apple is to check my email at one of the many kiosks on campus.
I have a serious difficulty remembering people’s names. I have to be in close contact with a person, for a good period of time, to remember their given names, much less their surnames.
I (a female) don’t wear makeup. I don’t have anything against it, but I never really learned how to apply it well, and at this late stage doubt I ever will. Plus, after the times I have worn it, no matter how carefully I clean my face, it always breaks out badly. So I gave up.
I have a collection of Barbara Cartland novels.(Oh the shame!)
I still have contact, by cards and letters, with the man who was best man at my wedding. His wife and family too. But I have no idea where the groom from that wedding is.
If I could somehow get a ride into space, I’d go, so long as there was a fifty/fifty chance of my coming back.
It wasn’t a private craft. It was a pipelaying barge in the North Sea. We’d leave port in early spring and work as long as the weather allowed. I guess it’s only interesting because I’m a landlocked Texan.
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[li]My left shoulder pops out of the socket whenever I lift my arm above my head, or I can do it at will. It really freaks people out when I push my finger into the empty socket. [/li][li]I have two uvula. (the hangy ball in the back of your throat)[/li][li]I’m missing a bone in one of my toes on my left foot. That toe is the only thing I’ve ever broken. (5 times in 3 years) [/li][li]I have a natural blonde (almost white) streak of hair on the left side of my head at the temple that includes my left eyebrow and eyelashes. It showed up when I was 8 and it’s spreading. ::shrug:: [/li][li]I have extreme anxiety when dealing with the public, as in calling a business for info or getting my oil changed. But I’m not shy at all around people I know farely well.[/li][li]I’m in the process of making a purse out of buck skin. I have no idea what I’m doing but it’s working out well so far. [/li][/ul]
I know I’m late to this thread, but I had to respond to this:
Me too! I wouldn’t exactly call it a phobia–I don’t run screaming at the sight of the mailbox, but it is a definite aversion–my husband almost always gets the mail. I also don’t especially want to look at it when it’s sitting on the counter, either. The even extends to e-mail.
Okay, me:
I have been skydiving in Switzerland, from 10K feet, out of a plane that had duct tape around one of the wing-braces. This is the only time I have jumped out of a plane. I had to sign a multi-page release form in German (a language I don’t know) before going up. It was amazing.
I can re-read fiction and re-watch movies if it’s been a few months since I’ve seen/read them. The information therein just doesn’t seem important enough to keep long term, and I rarely remember enough to spoil them for me.
No matter what I weigh, my bust-waist-hip ratio always remains the same (bust and hips exactly the same measurement, waist always exactly 10" smaller)
I was a national merit finalist, which paid very nicely throughout college, but not a great student.
I have hiked the Incan trail, and didn’t really enjoy it.
I’m messy. Not a total slob, and I keep public areas neat, but my locker at school is a bit of a disaster and when I had my own room, it was in a state of “warn me an hour before you come over.”
I’m a vegetarian, but I’m utterly fascinated by the inner workings of living things. Thus, I love dissecting things. I want to see what’s inside- what makes an actual living creature work. I loved doing the frog, pig, starfish, wom, and cow heart and I’m actually looking forward to doing the cat this year.
My sisters and I all share the same first name, as does my mother and maternal aunts and grandmother.
I’m crazy hyperactive in a weird way. I don’t have ADD and I can totally sit still and focus if there’s something to focus on, but I can’t stand endless projects. I’ll work my ass off at a job if I know there’s an end, but burn out quickly once I realize it’s just sort of ongoing. That’s one reason I love plays so much- you put your heart and soul into it, and then it ends with a bang and you can start over with something completely different.
I once punched someone in the face so hard I broke her nose. I’m only a little bit sorry about that, and I’m only sorry because she was smaller than me.
(It was Cross-Dressing Day at my high school. Part of Spirit Week. No kidding.)
[/li][li]I have two uvula. (the hangy ball in the back of your throat)[/li][li]I’m missing a bone in one of my toes on my left foot. That toe is the only thing I’ve ever broken. (5 times in 3 years)