I was born with HIV. I hate almost every person i meet. anything with cheddar in it i will consume on sight.
just how weird are you?
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I am an art freak, multi-instrumentalist and singer in a rock band. I also play sports very physically despite looking like a girl. I have genius IQ and work as a bartender because I am rediculously lazy...oh and I can turn my penis inside out.
Wow, and I thought I was weird. Although I'm not that weird, I do have a few oddities. I've been known to have a huge obsession with games and usually play up to 6-8 hours every day. I'm naturally smart, and alway study at the last minute, but somehow always get a perfect or a near perfect. People are really surprised when I tell them I barely study. I'm a natural lier, and can make up convincing stories on the spot. Well, on to the weirder stuff. I'm a HUGE grammar Nazi(people really hate me for this), and I absolutely hate being wrong. I'm very stubborn, but I'm usually pretty nice and can keep my cool easily. I think of doing things that I know are morally wrong(such as killing my parents, doing drugs, etc.), and I am complete fine with thinking thoughts like that. It sometimes really creeps me out. I'm really emotional, yet can handle a lot of physical pain. I'm really curious, and I spend a lot of my times asking questions about why and how we live like we do today, and why things came to be. I'm very calculating, and think in a very logical way, without much imagination. Very rarely I have a dream where I'm doing something, to only find out I'm doing the exact same thing in like a week or two. I've been known to get in a lot a trouble when I was young(I once threw a dog down the stairs thinking it would fly XD), and can handle most topics people would find disturbing or creepy. I can pop out bones in my thumb, and can make my fingers show two bones popping out.(Yes they are double jointed)I hope I didn't say to much. Sorry I'm not that weird. 
Did I mention that my family were seasonal nudists until my mom remarried? I spent a lot of time naked at the beach as a child. It was great, and to this day, I tend not to be particularly modest.
Another thing: I get this mild but uncomfortable achy feeling in my fingers that builds up with time, and is relieved by cracking my knuckles (compressing them against a hard surface, to be precise; the one I habitually use is the side of my jaw, which I'm sure looks weird). The same thing happens with my toes. My other joints, particularly my knees and ankles, make comparable cracking/clicking noises, but the accompanying achiness doesn't happen with them. This also seems to happen more when I've been awake for more than 24 hours.
Hey all, I've been lurking for a while and decided this thread inspired me to register as I thought it would be a good place to introduce myself, because there is a lot about me that is weird.
EDIT: Wow...this post makes me look like a narcissist, but I'm going to make it anyways, because I spent too long writing it.
EDIT #2: Umm...I reported a post by accident. I figured I would post about it here, I am sorry. The report button is where the "Post reply" button is on another forum I go to.
For the more basic weirdness, I can put both legs behind my head and walk around on my hands, and I can pop my thumb out of the socket partway and move it about, which is actually useful when playing piano because it gives me an extra key worth of reach. I am almost completely dead to the cold and the heat but I like wearing blankets anyways because I like having something around my shoulders.
I am obsessed with the occult even though I believe it's complete poppy-cock. Chaos magick, Thelema, Enochian magic all amuse me to no end and I can spend hours reading about them. I'm also obsessed with math, when I'm not reading fiction* or playing video games, I'm doing math or teaching myself more of it. Piano is not something I do often but I keep getting better at it anyways, much to the dismay of my more dedicated friends.
I often struggle with the nagging feeling that I'm going to bring about the end of the world. It doesn't cause any problems, it's just kind of annoying. In a similar vein, I'm often annoyed because I can't feel and physically influence things without touching them, it just seems like something I should be able to do, even though I understand logically that I shouldn't.
My favorite things to listen to are Harsh Noise and Dark Ambient. No I don't have anyone I can talk to music with, but I don't really talk to anyone about myself in person so this isn't much of a problem. I find destruction, brutality, suffering and general nastiness to be beautiful in their own perverse way. It makes me worry about myself sometimes, and I fear getting close to people because they might find me to be creepy. Naturally, I compensate by doing my best to be patient and kind whenever people have problems and want my help**, or else I start wondering if deep down I'm a serial killer or something horrible. I think somebody else in this thread has a similar problem.
I manage to make friends even though about a quarters of my contributions to conversations are sarcastic barbs that can be rather cutting and vicious. The other three-quarters tend to be silence and the very occasional observation or joke or in rare cases I figure out a question to keep conversation going, generally though I am the worst person at small talk you will ever meet. I am introverted to the point that it causes people to worry, but I find enjoyment in participating in online forums. I think maybe because it's more like reading a book and trying to understand characters than actually interacting with people.
*This includes novels and grimoires.
**Generally this is with something academic. Though there are rare and unfortunate exceptions.
EDIT: Wow...this post makes me look like a narcissist, but I'm going to make it anyways, because I spent too long writing it.
EDIT #2: Umm...I reported a post by accident. I figured I would post about it here, I am sorry. The report button is where the "Post reply" button is on another forum I go to.
For the more basic weirdness, I can put both legs behind my head and walk around on my hands, and I can pop my thumb out of the socket partway and move it about, which is actually useful when playing piano because it gives me an extra key worth of reach. I am almost completely dead to the cold and the heat but I like wearing blankets anyways because I like having something around my shoulders.
I am obsessed with the occult even though I believe it's complete poppy-cock. Chaos magick, Thelema, Enochian magic all amuse me to no end and I can spend hours reading about them. I'm also obsessed with math, when I'm not reading fiction* or playing video games, I'm doing math or teaching myself more of it. Piano is not something I do often but I keep getting better at it anyways, much to the dismay of my more dedicated friends.
I often struggle with the nagging feeling that I'm going to bring about the end of the world. It doesn't cause any problems, it's just kind of annoying. In a similar vein, I'm often annoyed because I can't feel and physically influence things without touching them, it just seems like something I should be able to do, even though I understand logically that I shouldn't.
My favorite things to listen to are Harsh Noise and Dark Ambient. No I don't have anyone I can talk to music with, but I don't really talk to anyone about myself in person so this isn't much of a problem. I find destruction, brutality, suffering and general nastiness to be beautiful in their own perverse way. It makes me worry about myself sometimes, and I fear getting close to people because they might find me to be creepy. Naturally, I compensate by doing my best to be patient and kind whenever people have problems and want my help**, or else I start wondering if deep down I'm a serial killer or something horrible. I think somebody else in this thread has a similar problem.
I manage to make friends even though about a quarters of my contributions to conversations are sarcastic barbs that can be rather cutting and vicious. The other three-quarters tend to be silence and the very occasional observation or joke or in rare cases I figure out a question to keep conversation going, generally though I am the worst person at small talk you will ever meet. I am introverted to the point that it causes people to worry, but I find enjoyment in participating in online forums. I think maybe because it's more like reading a book and trying to understand characters than actually interacting with people.
*This includes novels and grimoires.
**Generally this is with something academic. Though there are rare and unfortunate exceptions.
U R teh n00b lulz.Marbas said:
Ha Ha.
All lame jokes aside, how long can you all spend talking about how weird you are. Maybe you should say that you spend time telling others how odd you are to prove how odd you are.
Talking about how weird you are is the most normal thing in the world! There are so many quirks that I have that I could probably get a good uninterrupted five minute stream.*Fire Daemon said:
That first post I made? It made me feel SO BORING.
*Make a joke about urination. I dare you.
I have an uncontrollable urge to eat candy some time, i have minimal attention span and i am long sighted in one eye
plus i have mild spasms in my left leg even though there is no brain tumor
plus i have mild spasms in my left leg even though there is no brain tumor
In fact, only 5 % of the people of the world is what we consider as being average or normal. Therefore, being weird or unaverage is normal.
I've been going kind of apeshit every April, August, and December of my adult life - so much so that it shows in my resume. All my jobs pretty much end in May, September, and January. I have also been telling doctors about this ever since I've been going to doctors, trying to get my head on straight. My current doctor only just clued up to the fact that, hey, these aren't anxiety attacks, these are manic episodes. And by apeshit, I mean the kind of weirding out that makes friends say, "Yeah, I was kind of wondering what was going on with you. We were worried." Thanks to the new meds regimen, I missed my April Crazy this year, and boy was that nice! Kind of like the "no floating poop in the river" thing (over in the Good Old Days thread), it's a comment on my life that I am really excited to find out how my life will go, now that I can count on being sane for more than three months at a time.werepossum said:
Oh, my family crack me up too! I told my new boss that it took me a long time to realize how hyper I really am, because compared to the other women in my family, I am absolutely laid back. He literally choked on his drink. I could tell you stories! Or maybe asking you questions would be a better way to give you an understanding of the long tradition of batshit from which I spring. Do you know whether or not your mother has ever owned a dildo? Do you know what model she owned? Did you find this out by accident, or did she actually tell you about it, and in fact give you a summary review of its performance? Did this happen recently?Saskwach said:You and your family crack me up in a "laughing with not at" kinda way. Thank you mshcherbatshitcrazy.mshcherbatskaya said: