What you didn't know about me...
Posted 23 September 2011 - 03:37 AM
Theres always new things to explore. And thats where this topic is for.
You post something that is related to you, but perhaps not at all obvious and it may even be a little shocking to others
This can be anything from deep personality triats to breakfast habits! Interactions always more than welcome.
.. My alarmclock mp3 is Johnny Cash
Posted 23 September 2011 - 05:59 AM
Posted 23 September 2011 - 08:38 AM
You've no idea...
More OT info:
I have hazel eyes.
I've had my appendix removed.
I was an early talker/reader as a little kid (OK, with my big mouth maybe that wasn't such a surprise... )
I hate onions and garlic (and NO, I am not a vampire... but if I were, I wouldn't be some sparkly, big-haired, emo mother f**ker, either; I'd want to be Blade! ).
Posted 23 September 2011 - 09:31 AM
I have a brother who is 4 years younger than me and very NOT like me.
The first word I learned to say as a kid was 'Ducky' (eendje).
I did the Dutch 5th grade (when youre 8) twice because I was deemed 'emotionally too unstable to go to 6th grade'.
I wanted to be an archeologist when I was a kid.
Posted 23 September 2011 - 09:43 AM
It takes a lot of concentration to be 'normal', and I can sometimes be quiet or try to isolate myself which pisses people off, but in reality - I'm trying to concentrate and lift my mood.
No ones figured any of this out yet
James St James | Serious stuff. Sexy spandex.
Posted 23 September 2011 - 09:48 AM
Posted 23 September 2011 - 05:10 PM
I'm happy for them, anyway... even if secretly sad that I never got to do so myself.
I had an older half brother (from my mother's first marriage, and NO, his name wasn't Sybok) who died when I was 8 (he was almost 19). Sadly, I remember only fragments of him, things we used to do and such. It was very traumatic for me then.
Weird thing is though, his face gets more and more hard to recollect every year.
Posted 24 September 2011 - 09:21 AM
- I moved from the UK and now live in USA.
- I am self taught with Photoshop, never taken a lesson in my life.
- I work with my wife for an insurance firm (I'm temping there for a few months).
- I built my own $1600 PC.....to play with graphics.
Posted 24 September 2011 - 09:49 AM
I am utterly addicted to spicy food and have developed a freakishly high tolerance for it. Almost nothing impresses me as far as heat goes anymore.
With each passing week, I grow more convinced that I only play WoW for the soundtrack.
I fractured my skull as a baby. By all reports, the fact that I survived with no brain damage is nothing short of miraculous. I have not suffered a broken bone or severe injury since.
I attended a private school until grade five, at which point I convinced my parents to take me out and home school me. However, it turns out that my mother is a horrible educator, and it essentially turned into five years of me doing nothing but play video games. I recently went back to school and got my GED, but my life is still recovering.
There are more novels written by me then there are people who have read those novels.
My family kept and bred fancy rats for most of my life.
I'm fairly convinced I also have mental health problems. I refuse to get a diagnosis because I fear giving a name to something will give it power, as well as the associated stigma, but I know I have symptoms of obsessive compulsive disorder, and a lot of my emotions are simply... broken. I know how people are supposed to feel in certain situations, and I know I don't. I also have a lot of trouble understanding other people. The word "autism" has been thrown around a few times, but having researched it a bit, I don't think that's the problem.
And let's put it this way: if I'm not mentally ill, I'd be the only one in my family, at least on my mother's side. Except maybe my brother, who seems mostly normal.
Posted 24 September 2011 - 09:59 AM
I was a very messed up teen. Really, it wasn't pretty at all.
But I have always believed in the power of my own mind and my ability to control the situation.
I believed that getting better and getting happy was a choice, but that in my case I had to work very hard for it.
Kick myself in the ass and stop being a victem of my own mind. And so I did and I got better, MORE than better. I became the pink bubble of happiness I am today
Because Im perhaps one of the few people who really defines her life as 'happy'.
Because I am .. really happy
Posted 24 September 2011 - 10:10 AM
So, I don't really think economic status or personal income has anything to do with it... it's a choice to be happy. To will yourself into being so.
Wallowing in despair just victimizes one further. It's an emotional form of self-pleasuring (just without the increase in dopamine levels...)
Posted 24 September 2011 - 10:26 AM
Now? I can scarcely remember life before it... it's become my preferred way of doing so many things; including communicating (most of my family, friends live long distance; I stay in regular contact via emails). I almost NEVER use my cell phone anymore. My cell phone has largely become my 'In Case of Emergency Only' device...
Posted 24 September 2011 - 11:42 AM
Posted 24 September 2011 - 11:49 AM
I totally understand the whole paradox of feeling happy... I just don't suffer from it .. at all
Last wednesday was a good example. I was home alone, light a candle. Opened up my most expensive bottle of wine. Some nut and watched a cabaret show on tv.
I was complete zen and complete HAPPY. I know that happiness is a chemical state aswell. However was 'masters of our mind' (how I love this so:P), we can learn to increase the chance of chemical release.
I just have the feeling I am very intune with my body, and can perhaps more easy than others have the happiness release.
What you didn't know about me
and WILL shock you
as a little girl.....
I was into Hanson ....
Posted 24 September 2011 - 12:21 PM
What surprises me is that I know this and it never clicks. Every time it comes up I always seem surprised. I have no idea why.
My writing partner is the same - he's got a list of 'abnormal' behavior and social anxieties but he feel that if any of it's diagnosed as true, it will become fact - therefore a very real thing. Besides - to him it doesn't make a difference having a name.
I've had an odd experience lately in that a large chunk (seven years or so) of my medical history has gone missing. I was advised to get re-diagnosed but I can't see any reason why. I know whats wrong, I know how to deal with it and part of me wishes that by the medical records going missing would just mean I'm cured! Not for any resentment for the illness - but there has been some... discomfort in some situations.
I'm a little different. I have control techniques and ways to try and balance myself - but in total honesty, it's a little less spectacular and a little more Dexter Morgan. Most of the time I fake it and hope that it brings me up.
James St James | Serious stuff. Sexy spandex.