Heh - we could totally hang out and scare the crap out of people. 
That was me too… until my oldest sister became my EVIL sister, got her second DUI, couldn’t keep a job, sponged off everybody in the family and never repaind any of us, yadayadayada.
Now I am practically GOLD! 'Course my parents are dead…
These two observations relate to one another. As the aforementioned twin, I think the reason why I felt eclipsed by monstro was because from the beginning it seemed like the family was concerned about doing what it could to protect the “weaker twin”, because the world could hurt her more than it would hurt the “stronger twin” (me). So I guess I grew up sort of programmed to always think about how something could affect monstro before worrying about myself, and growing up, it caused me to feel less defined and important than her. But again, out of concern about hurting my sister, I’ve largely kept this angst to myself. Because I’m the strong one, you see. Feeling undefined and unimportant is something I can work through by myself. Strong twins don’t have issues that other people need to worry about. Strong twins keep a firm upper lip and keep on walking.
But actually, what I’ve recently found out is that it’s okay to acknowledge feeling this way. And it’s okay to acknowledge it to family, too. I’m not a bad person for feeling this way, either. It’s okay for me to be human sometimes and cry to my mother because I’m scared, stressed or hurt, and it doesn’t mean that I’m taking anything away from my sister. I don’t have to downplay my achievements to ensure she doesn’t feel left out of the praise. Sounds like a real simple thing, but it’s really not. It’s easier said than done.
I’m a complete ass.
I was told by a very nice lady with a doctorate in psychology that I am probably Adult ADD.
Which makes sense. Kind of.
Anyone wanna ride bikes?
In the last few months I’ve learned that I’m an okay singer and ‘trained’ myself surprisingly well, learned that I handle tragedy pretty well, and over the weekend I learned that I have mono. I’m just full of surprises. :smack:
I learned about a year and a half ago that I’m missing a rib on the right side of my body. I have one more rib on my right side than my left side, in other words. (I forget what the correct number of ribs is.) I have a minor, but very weird, spine problem, so I’ve been x-rayed before, and I couldn’t believe no one had bothered to let me know this previously.
Last year, I finally dragged myself into the dentist for the first time in ages. After all the first x-rays and looking in my mouth and things, I learned that I have a very small mouth (which I knew), that I’m actually short two teeth (no gaps - there just wasn’t enough room for them), and that one of my remaining teeth is a baby tooth that’s still perfectly healthy. I always suspected that I didn’t lose as many teeth as other kids did. Now I know it.
Much more recently, I was accused of stealing and writing graffiti by my new boss. Since I usually pay a lot of attention to what people think of me, and try to figure out how they could be right, it’s kind of nice to know that someone is just plain wrong about me.
Lemme guess, you are the last to know this, right?
BOT, my bowling buddy just found out that she and her twin sister are mirror identicals*.
Uh, the rest of us knew this, but she is a little late on the clue wagon and the DNA test they did for a college research thingy just came back.
My friend is the good twin who makes all the right decisions is left handed and has asthma. she is a great bowler, coulda gone pro ( though last night, I beat her by 40 pins, which was my yearly fluke.)
Her sister is the screwed up one who if there is any decision to be made about money it will be the WRONG one and she is right handed and does not have asthma. I live for the stories of her sister and her screwed upness. It makes me feel vaguely superior in my own idiocy.
My uncle retired from being a paratrooper Lt. Col after 25 years some time ago, and he has this same presence, in spite of being about 5’8" and about 175(now). The best way I can describe it is that I could drive nails into his arm, and he probably wouldn’t flinch, and would tell me to quit fucking around.
As for me, I recently started understanding that yes, I’m a pretty handsome guy, in spite of being overweight. I’d always assumed that catching women looking at me meant that I had a booger hanging out of my nose, or was dressed oddly, or had weird hair, etc… I think what did it were the comments by my girlfriend that no, I’m not Brad Pitt hot, but that I am pretty good looking, combined with catching women looking at me, as well as having had unduly good success with women after figuring out how to talk to them and not act like a nerd.
heh - I think you’re uncle and my dad must have spent some time in the same unit. Dad is the only man I’ve ever seen smoking “More” cigarettes and still look really, freekin macho - you know, like he chewed up some nails, killed a moose with his bear hands, and now he was going to smoke a cigarette and who cares if it’s a long skinny brown girly cigarette, he’s gonna look like a man doing it, damn it!
That would be “bare” hands, of course.
Obviously if he had “bear” hands he would look pretty freekin’ scary…
No, cause I just told everyone else! 
I’ve been told that I’m very bisexual looking. I also come across as much more easy/slutty than I had at first realized. I guess that would explain why the middle aged women and gay college boys hit on me at work.
I also wear too much cologne. I knew this, but I didn’t really realize that it was way too much until I made a room full of people have watery eyes. I’ve since cut back.
This is kickass – I think. It looks like I’ve got the same thing going for me. Dad was born and raised in Scotland, moved here, married mom, had kids (me and three others).
I’ve checked some immigration sites online and it looks like I was automatically made a UK ‘citizen by descent’ at birth. So, now it’s just a matter of getting my UK passport and then I can live and work anywhere in the EU?
Think of the possibilites. I can run a pub in Dublin, study in PhD programs in Germany, or seduce women in Paris. My options are unlimited I tells ya – Unlimited!!! (–>gets up from his computer, goes to sleep, and falls back into the same miserable rut).
My chin is kind of crooked. Then I started noticing that almost everybody’s face is not completely symmetrical.
I discovered while selling off most of my Mom’s possessions that I’m a lousy negotiator / haggler, because I have an innate tendancy to trust others, a strong desire to get along & make people happy, and am uncomfortable with confrontation.
Thank God we have an agent to sell the house.
I’m the same way, which is one reason I was rather surprised several months ago when my older stepsister mentioned my “strong personality” (or was it “distinctive personality?”) and my younger stepsister nodded in agreement.
Boyfriends have also been a great source of information about myself. One of them told me that he loved the way the tip of my nose moves when I talk. It does? Another said that he could always tell when I was turned on because my hips would feel very warm.
Well, in the past year or so I’ve been told that I can be very intimidating. I’m not a big guy, but apparently when I get “that way”, my voice gets deeper and I appear somewhat “intense” to others. I’m a pretty laid back person and somewhat of an introvert, so this gave me a chuckle. I must concentrate on using my new powers for good, not evil.