I am SO not the person most people who know me think I am. That includes my husband.
When I was an adolescent, a chicken lived inside my house. I don’t tell that story very often, because people make assumptions about families that allow live adult hens to live in a bedroom.
I once performed at the Grand Ole Opry. Totally didn’t get that it was a big deal - a family friend had been invited to play with her band, and the drummer backed out for some reason, so I was the emergency backup. Lynn did very well, my performance stunk. I don’t really care for country music, except some of those genre-defying artists like Johnny Cash or Emmylou Harris, so I don’t bring up the performance usually, since people also assume things about people who once played on that particular stage.
There are probably 30 handguns, shotguns, and rifles in the gun safe in my office, plus a squillion rounds of ammunition. I haven’t fired any of them, nor any other weapon, since the Carter administration.
I thought we all did? In the car, I was once rocking (air drumming) and singing along to “Good Times Bad Times” by Led Zeppelin so hard that my girlfriend’s friend who happened to see me thought I was having a seizure.
I think the size is not nearly as important as the quality - but I feel this too. I have a great family, but I lack for friends. I have only 4 life-long friends, and I’ve never had a loose group I affiliated with. My birthdays were always with relatives and 4 friends. I wouldn’t trade the closeness for the fake hyped-up crowd anyway. But all the same, sometimes I wonder what I am missing.
Sounds juicy - dish
I have around 100 pairs of shoes, nearly all of which I wear.
I go through cycles of this. Oddly enough I drank the most coffee during my 1 month vacation to NZ. I had 1 nearly every day to wake up.
I usually drink soda, which I have a love hate relationship with also, but I did a lot of hiking on that trip & soda would’ve put me in a carb coma for sure.
I guess I’d drink more coffee & tea if the water here wasn’t so nasty.
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I get irrationally jealous of people who have large, loving families and large groups of close friends. Both of which I don’t have.
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I feel the same way, but more so when I see bad people with kids (that I can’t have).
I still can’t seem to get past that 1.
I’ve lost 40 lbs since February. 1/2 way to my goal.
Oh no. OH NO!! I have just, I have just … categorized you. Sorry.
I have never completely played an Elder Scrolls game all the way through. I’m
currently trying to complete Morrowind. It’s taking a long time.
I have never lived in an apartment, and if I had to go about doing so now, I wouldn’t have a clue about how to get it all in motion and move in. I’d have to learn on the fly.
I filled in for Shirley Manson (now singer with garbage, and terminator) singing on stage, more than once.
I’m thinking of taking up Yamuna Ball Rolling. I need to do something about my posture, and I think it might do the trick.
I used to have a cat named “53”.
God, I’m such an open book. Most of the stuff I can think of hasn’t already been said because it’s boring.
My first love was a pasty nerd named Bryan. We were in third grade. We were also both pasty nerds. He moved away before middle school, and I have no idea what happened to him.
When I was in 6th grade, my first date was with a nice kid named Richie. My mom drove us to the movie theater and (unbeknownst to us) sat 2 rows behind us. :mad:
Hey! This turned out to be fun. Thanks, y’all
Thanks in advance to who(m)ever* else posts
*You can tell me the rule another 6000 times, I still won’t remember WHO vs WHOM
I am sedatephobic.
I was a model in a catalog when I was in high school. It was for judo mats, and that’s me sailing thru the air heading for the product being advertised.
Regards,
Shodan
I frequently have an eerie feeling that interesting things have happened to me, but I’ve forgotten about them?
I recently remembered an incident that happened ten years ago. A male friend found himself alone with me in my apartment, grabbed me, and kissed and groped me. I had at least thirty pounds on him and was able to throw him out before anything else happened. I haven’t spoken to him or thought about it since.
All at once?
My sister’s roommate was dating a teammate of Hank Aaron. Four degrees of separation.
I had an imaginary rival/enemy named “The Paco Mando Man.” He stood at the corner of a local store as I was walking home and “he had hands that go like this” as I put it when I was about 3 years old (when I would say that, I would interlock my fingers with the back of my hand facing away from me and then unlock them, then lock them again).
I used to have a cat named “Fellacio.”
God, I loved that cat!