I love hobo music so, so much. I think about killing my fiancée’s father all day.
I’ve also been using Photoshop for twelve years, and have never understood why layer masks and paths are so commonly cited as key to creating graphics. There are plenty of other methods to achieve similar results, and I use them.
a.) I have a horrible, sometimes socially crippling fear of talking on the phone with people I don’t know, or don’t know very well. Like I HATE the sound of my phone ringing. I don’t even like calling for food delivery; I feel like a moron. My voice goes up several octaves and I hate it. I don’t know why. I do not have this problem in person, at all. I bartend, for Christ’s sake. I’m the poor man’s shrink.
But put me on the PHONE and I fall apart…
b.) I always thought people who got “generalized anxiety” were just morons who couldn’t get a grip, and now sometimes when I feel nervous and anxious and “off” and my stomach goes awry and I get sweaty and imagine awful things happening to me…I kind of feel like I deserve it. But I don’t know where it’s coming from or why it’s happening.
c.) I drink cheap vodka but I’m a water snob. I can’t stand tap water.
d.) I think people who don’t tip well are assholes and I have a hard time being convinced otherwise, even if they are otherwise awesome and wonderful contributing members of society.
e.) I think less of people who don’t read for pleasure. And even less of people who don’t normally read for pleasure but are all in love with “Twilight.”
f.) I once stole a pair of jeans from the mall when I was a teenager, and when I gained some weight later on and they split while I was wearing them, I began believing in karma.
g.) Country music puts me in a foul mood cuz I hate it so much it makes me wanna smash things.
one of the myridad soldiers in the recovering alcoholics army–not too proud of that, but certainly not embarassed, either
Go AA!
It would be a very unusual boyfriend who would not encourage you to explore your sexuality with another female. Especially if he gets to watch/help.
Don’t worry. I do that too. I found out a few years ago that that’s actually pretty normal.
You know it’s bad when the ‘fans’ start sending death threats to the author with frequency! :shudder:
Your wish is my command.
Like the previous explanation (the “male entertainment”) it’s one part embellishment, and one part “not what you’re thinking”, but all literally true (to the best of my knowledge).
First trip I took on my own (that is, without my family, actually it was a meeting of a bunch of regulars from a Usenet group (to give a rough time period here) who picked a place to get together) was in Vancouver. We decided to have our headquarters at a motel there (the 2400 Motel at 2400 Kingsway, if it’s still there. I remember we were making jokes about “2400? Sheesh, why haven’t they upgraded?”, again, to put this in historical timeline.) This was also back when the X-Files was filming in Vancouver, and the motel owner said that the cast and crew often used their motel to stay at. Had a huge crush on Gillian Anderson at the time (still do, I referred earlier in this thread to my proclivity towards redheads) and, while it was never confirmed or denied, I’d like to think that at one point Gillian Anderson once used the bed in the room I was in.
The truth is out there …
Perhaps this is a good segue into another interesting fact for me. Just like you can’t understand why everyone else thinks Citizen Kane and Gone with the Wind was so great, I can’t understand why everyone seems to think that beer is so great. Seems to be the drink of choice for adult males, but I never got into it, tastes like battery acid to me. Sure, I’ve had drinks (anyone who was at my bachelor party can attest to this, although those were mostly shooters), and I even have a “preferred” brand of beer (one that is actually palatable) - Kokanee - but I rarely drink, don’t see what the big deal is. (On the plus side, I might not have met my wife were it not for this quirk of mine. Pretty much all the men in her family (her brothers, her father, her nephews) all drink. A fair amount. All the men she dated previously drank a lot (she’s still friends with one of them, and I’d describe him much as you described yourself in this paragraph). She said that one of the first things that attracted me to her was that I didn’t drink.
Dude, again, you’re male. The same thing floats my boat.
Same thing here, although I’m almost 38. Well, not quite, I did learn to drive, and I have my beginner’s, but don’t have my full. Taken the test a few times, but always failed. Haven’t gone that much due to time constraints and lack of funds (test costs $60 here). Wife was willing to put up with that for a while, but it’s been ten years we’ve been together now, and I think she’s starting to get tired of being my chauffeur (especially with having two young kids in the house.) I do drive occassionally but, per provincial law, I have to have a licensed driver (usually my wife) with me.
Again, same here (are you sure you’re not my evil twin?) I kknow the married name of at least 2 of my ex-girlfriends (of all the girls I dated, I’m only still in contact with one, because she wound up marrying a friend of mine (who I’m not in contact with much, admittedly, but I do talk to her on occasion, but mainly because she answered the phone when I wanted to talk to her husband.) I’ve also found all my ex-girlfriends on Facebook (except one who I remember was incredibly shy when we were together, and a techno-phobe to boot), I admit there have been times when I’ve been tempted to friend them or send them a message, but I’ve been with my wife for over ten years now (which means it’s been longer than that that I haven’t been with them) and many of them didn’t last longer than three dates, so I highly doubt they remember me.
I feel the same way! Hmm… I may have a solution to our common problem… you don’t happen to live near Boston, do you?
Okay, I’m gonna need the stories on these. WTF?
You should probably stop snooping around that basement crawlspace, then.
My fiance always tips extra for the first round or two he buys at a bar, so that the bartender will remember him and give him preferential attention when the bar gets crowded.
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I loathe having photographs taken of me, unless I’m not supposed to be in the picture. Then I bomb the shit out of them.
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Truth be told, I don’t like intercourse. Takes too long to orgasm, and it makes the room get smelly and messy. I only do it cause my partner enjoys it.
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I find bigoted jokes funny. I don’t repeat them, but I laugh at most I hear.
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I’ll eat just about anything. If you cooked dog and put it on my plate, I’d eat it up.
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I’ve never cooked a single meal in my life (unless you count grilled cheese and/or ramen), and I’ve been independent since 2003.
Dude, I saw her first! (never mind that she’s married 
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Mine: Working as a pizza delivery driver I’ve committed several acts of fraud, forging tips for myself on credit card slips. Mind you, I make no excuses. It’s theft and it’s wrong. But a good warning I think. Even if you don’t leave a tip, never leave the tip and total spaces blank. And always check your credit card statements.
Confession – I’ve tricked most of the world into believing I’m an extrovert, but in reality, it’s a huge mental undertaking every time I need to leave my apartment. I’m terrified about having to meet new people, what people will think about me, that I’ll feel bad/left out in social settings. About 5 times out of 10, I will manage to talk myself out of doing whatever it is I’ve actually planed on doing.
Confession 2 – Being on birth control pills has made me far more emotional than I was before I started taking them… and I love it. I was always concerned with myself that I never cried or never got angry; I felt emotionally flat. Getting teary at the drop of a hat is preferable to me.
Secret – I’ve never had a driver’s license, and despite assurances to my family and significant other, never ever plan on getting one. I blame it on a disability I have – I’m blind in my left eye – but I really just don’t another hassle in my life. I live in NYC right now, which works out nicely, but I may be in a pickle when and if I decide to move.
Random Fact – I worked as a vaudevillian for a summer after college.
Random Fact 2 – Most of the time, I drink good whiskey and I drink it neat and I’m all sorts of snobby about it… but once in a while nothing is better than Crown Royale with 7up. Mmm.
Honestly, I think most people are just as self-centered. You’re just honest with yourself. I like that.
It’s really kind of comforting to hear that there are others out there who feel a little bit crazy too. Maybe we are all insecure about something that’s actually pretty human.
I let the TV parent my kids way too much. Way, way, way too much. I would tell you the number of hours but then instead of thinking, “Aw, everyone lets their kids watch TV” you would be thinking “Shit, that is an assload of TV.” Trust me, it’s too much.
I never realized how many other adults don’t have drivers licenses. Now I feel better.
Same. Though I want to at some point, seeing as my area has public transportation that’s OKAY, but not all that great. I’m not necessarily afraid when walking back home through not very well-lit streets with no sidewalks…but I’d prefer not to.
I also don’t have a driving license. It’s not that unusual, in a big city.
I should clarify: when I say I don’t have a license I mean I never had one. Never had a learner’s permit, either. And I never learned to drive means just that: I never have been behind the wheel of a car ever. I don’t mean to imply that I had a license once and let it expire when I didn’t need it anymore or that I could drive a car but just choose not to.
Is that all that common?
Can we get some more on this? Were the cops waiting to ambush you on a tip? Is Moab a hangout for stoners so they know they can always bust people camping? What was the outcome of all of it? Did the cop you mouthed off to mace you?
I want to spill ALL of my secrets, but I won’t do any because I’m convinced that it will hurt me later.
I have never told a secret to anyone without paying hell for it at some point, so I learned not to tell anything. To anyone.
I am enjoying the hell out of listening to all of yours, though! I find most of you fascinating on some level, and it’s nice to see that I’m not as awkward as I think. Please don’t stop!