I’m right there with ya on that one. I have TWO dogs and a cat running around in my house right now. They don’t do anything. They sleep, they crap, they fart…and for that, I buy them toys and things to chew and I take them outside.
When I think about how I went out and got them and made them mine and put them in my house, it freaks me out.
Other thing that freaks me out…
I knit. With just what amounts to some string and a couple of sticks, I can create garments that protect me from the elements. Individually, a piece of string and a couple of sticks wouldn’t help me out much but by using them to knit something, I can have a pair of socks in no time.
And who figured that out that was possible?!?
I was thinking of the same story. But couldn’t remember the name:smack: . It was made into a half hour episode of Ray Bradbury (ummm Presents, um Chronicles, umm Theater maybe?). Many of the adaptions were rather dismal. But Skeleton was excellent.
Erotica-Reading a series of properly chosen words is sexually arrousing. I realised how truly bizarre the human condition is when I learned that Penthouse prints magazines of just Forum letters.
Eyes-There spheres covered in veins, filled with goo under pressure, and trailing grey strings of optic nerves. They regulate light through a sphincter like muscle that comes in a variety of colors. The Mutter Museum has a display case of various species’ brains with attached optic nerves and eyes. Looking into the pupil of a floating dog eye is unsettling. Looking other people in the eye afterwards is disturbing on a much deeper level.
Dolls in general, though the small Barbie types don’t disturb me.
Also people. Ever walk down the street and wonder what the secrets are of those you pass by? When I consider that it’s quite possible that I’ve passed by somone who’s murdered someone else, or has been a rapist, or is just generally vile, I find it kind of disturbing.
Nothing is as scary as other humans.
Pets, yes, too weird that “that” living, breathing, furry creature loves me and relies on me to take care of it!
“Messages” in the classifieds are very vaguely creepy. For example: If you know the whereabouts of XXX XXX, then please contact me collect at 555-555-1234. Or, what about the "Thank Mary, Jesus and Joseph for making all things possible. . . " etc. I just know there’s a conspiracy there - some underlying meaning I will NEVER know.
What about fax machines? Okay, I stick this document in here, it is transformed into a series of beeps and whistles, travels through a phone line and prints out exactly as it appeared on my end, but far away? WTF?
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Looking at my reflection in a mirror feels really odd. How can that be me? I don’t feel like I should look like that.
Mostly though, it’s people.
Over five billion of 'em on the planet. I can’t even wrap my head around a figure like a billion, it’s not even like a real number.
And I’m just one little five-billionth of the humanity on this rock so how could I possibly be significant?
OK, I don’t know if I can describe this or not…
Sometimes, usually late at night or early in the morning, I’ll completely lose perspective on sizes. I can look down at myself, and I can’t tell whether I’m three inches tall or three miles. The slightest twitch of a finger seems like it literally shakes the world, and everything feels very heavy, somehow. Not heavy exactly, but massive. The tiniest sound, like a single drop of water from a faucet, seems as loud as a bomb going off, and echoes around the house.
It rarely, if ever, happens when other people are around, but it’s not really a sleep-state experience; I’ll be sitting on the couch or even outside when it comes on, but I’m usually physically calm; not moving much.
This has been happening since I was a very young child, but I’ve never tried to describe it before. Does this ring a bell with anyone?
Anyway, that’s what freaks me out.
Along the same line, how can you be sure you aren’t just a brain in a jar, or a senient computer program, that creates it’s own world around it and never realizes it? That everything is just impulses in your brain.
Would you really want to know?
In a way, for me, it’s sleep.
I’ll wake for just a moment sometimes in the morning and even if I want to get up, almost instantly fall back into oblivion. I sometimes wonder if my body is conspiring to keep me asleep.
I tottally aggree with the OP ( god that rhymes way too much) any way clowns are the freakiest things ever ( then again the first movie i ever saw was “killer clowns of outer space” so i have an anti-clown mind) but dummys are way freaky too
I don’t remember which Doper wrote this or who used it as their sigline.
"For all we know, we could just be brains in jars."
Excerpt from jar #59 recommend immediate terminationYawning.
Every so often our face makes a bizarre contortion, we open our mouth like a basking shark, and we sort of exhale in a weird way.
And as even the Almighty Cecil has pointed out, nobody really knows why.
Marine_One:
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On a somewhat related topic, sometimes if I fall alseep with the TV on, in a semi-sleep state, I will come back to wakefulness. In that transitional phase of coming back I have frequently sensed that the people on TV were not talking; were pausing. And then it was like, “He’s paying attention again; start the show again.” Like The Truman Show.
This has happened more than one time. It’s bizarre.
Milossarian:
It’s because they aren’t paying attention. Like when you’re listening to the radio and think “I’d like to hear the song _______”.
And you switch stations and the song is playing! The telepathy function they have got cross-circuited with the radio. Or to please you, they satisfied your wish too quickly.
Good old Hamish posted the “recommend termination” joke, which came from the game Alpha Centauri.
I laughed so hard about the people who had the deep thoughts about pets. It is so true, I purposely went out one day and aquired these two furry creatures and brought them home to live with me and love. Then I gave them a box full of clay chips to poop in. All of this on purpose. I wonder how wierd THEY think it is.
Here is something I have often pondered a bit too long. How do we know that the blue I see is really the same blue you see? What if my idea of blue is really similar to your idea of red. Even if I tried to describe blue as a “cool” color or red as a “hot” color, who’s to say that the light rays or whatever bounce of your eyes in a way that makes your blue–my red? There is no way to measure something like that. It is all relative…the whole world is simply how you percieve it. It is so freaky.
I can’t even think about the universe. It is just too vast, and there are others. It is too much. I can’t handle it.
Any you know, basically the whole world does stop when you go to sleep. Nothing happens unless you see it, hear it or about it. If something happened and no one witnessed it and it affected no one, then it didn’t happen.
And faces, yes those creep me out too. I can remember looking at my eye balls really close up in a mirror when I was a little kid. I thought about them so much and for so long that it made me cry.
Sometimes I feel like, if I don’t just chill and quit thinking about stuff like the universe, eye balls, pregnancy, colors or whatever–that my head will just pop.
Hey jackelope: ever hear the song “My, I’m Large”, by the Bobs. They describe a very similar situation to the one you described. If you haven’t heard it, give it a listen. 
Yep. Me too. Just how do they get pictures and thingies to fly through space into my telly/computer etc? Definitely magic of the freakiest variety.
Why am I thinking of Dr. Nick Riviera’s cure for “bonus eruptus”? 
This thread gives me the willies, personally. :eek:
Oh, another thing that’s weird is thinking about other people and how they must have all sorts of random nonsense floating through their heads at any given moment, just like I do. It really makes everyone seem different, if I think too hard about it.
This is sorta like the skeleton thing, but thinking about my own internal organs is creepy too. I mean, how do I know they all work and stuff?
Dreams: Do you ever have a dream, maybe even a really intimate dream, about someone you know, but don’t think of, or want to know in that way? What about when you have dreams about people that you barely know? Someone from class/work/the guy that works at the bank, etc.
It’s odd.
It’s even more odd when you realize the number of people that dream about you.
Ugh.
I haven’t heard the song, but I’ll check it out. The only Bobs stuff I’m familiar with is “The Bobs Sing the Songs Of…” from way back when; a friend had it and we used to get seriously, uh, “altered” and laugh like hell at it. Or rather laugh with it.
Jackelope goes off to check out the music download site he’s heard about, even though he quit downloading music after Napster bellied up…