just how weird are you?

[mshcherbatskaya]

You understand my pain!! But given my choices in girlfriends, maybe the Divine Wisdom of the Universe has just decided that categorically single is my ideal state. Seriously, you could put me in a stadium with 10,000 women, tell me to pick 10 to try dating, and I'd walk out of there with one OCD handwasher, two kleptomaniacs, a heroine addict, a coke-head, a tweaker, three alcoholics, and one unmedicated bipolar. I have come to accept that the physiological response that most people refer to as being "turned on" is for me a Drama Proximity Alarm going off.

I don't know if that makes me weird or not. I suspect it does.

Excuse me for laughing at your pain, but you write it so exquisitely humorous. I suppose it can be hard to find a good lesbian given the best instincts, at least here in the Bible Belt. Of those I've known reasonably well and can recall at the moment, one I met in a mental institute on suicide watch while visiting my future ex-wife (the very hot but unmedicated bipolar), one was neurotic and OCD (had to touch everything she passed - WTF?), two were alcoholics and drama queens, one was a hard-core druggy, and two were quite normal. (Well, normal by my standards.) Not good odds. Probably better pickings in a more liberal society.

After linking up with three or four drama queens in a row in middle and high school, I devoted a LOT of time and energy in observing and detecting the drama queen gene in action. Happy people make better lovers, but bipolar people make their own little piece of hell. And they'll share it with you.

I tend to disagree... Bi-polar people make better lovers... I have stamina for hours... 6 1/2 is my best, but four is quite common... My ex-wife was insane in bed. She is the best I have ever had and she has more psychosis than most people I know combined...

@werepossum - You think dating a bipolar person is hell? Try being one.

@Darth - It's pretty common for bipolar people to be hyper-sexual in a manic phase. If a person is uncontrolled rapid-cycling bipolar, or as I like to call it, "hot and cold running batshit," they can spend a fair amount of time fucking, as well as fucking up.

Maybe I should just make that my new dating search criteria: no cats, sense of humor, plays co-op, and doesn't cycle faster than me.

 

[Saskwach]

Ahhh, baseball. Only the chosen few who've played seriously know that it's really a contact sport.

I work with a man who coaches girls' softball. One of his girls took a line drive to the face and her eye popped out of socket, just dangling on her cheek. He was complaining that everyone was freaking out instead of popping her eye back into its socket. I told him I was pretty sure freaking out was in fact the recommended and proper reaction to an eye coming out of its socket. And I'm pretty sure that there's a law or something that any eyeball outside of its socket should only be handled by trained medical professionals. Freaks me out just thinking about it.

I didn't know eyes could be knocked out of their sockets, or that you could just pop it back in. If I had known that was a possibility I'd probably never have played baseball.

Only just noticed this post so thought I'd respond. That's...icky. Still, baseball seems to specialise, if not in the severity of its injuries, then at least in sheer balls out weirdness.
Speaking of balls out I forgot my cup one day: the day I decided to catch a pitch from my coach. Instead of the usual reaction (grasp the area and collapse to the floor sobbing) I simply span around on the spot spitting "Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit..."
I once lost my grip on the bat as I swung and nearly bluntly decapitated two onlookers... I still feel bad about that one.
I also caught a casually tossed bat to the forehead.

You understand my pain!! But given my choices in girlfriends, maybe the Divine Wisdom of the Universe has just decided that categorically single is my ideal state. Seriously, you could put me in a stadium with 10,000 women, tell me to pick 10 to try dating, and I'd walk out of there with one OCD handwasher, two kleptomaniacs, a heroine addict, a coke-head, a tweaker, three alcoholics, and one unmedicated bipolar. I have come to accept that the physiological response that most people refer to as being "turned on" is for me a Drama Proximity Alarm going off.

I don't know if that makes me weird or not. I suspect it does.

Excuse me for laughing at your pain, but you write it so exquisitely humorous. I suppose it can be hard to find a good lesbian given the best instincts, at least here in the Bible Belt. Of those I've known reasonably well and can recall at the moment, one I met in a mental institute on suicide watch while visiting my future ex-wife (the very hot but unmedicated bipolar), one was neurotic and OCD (had to touch everything she passed - WTF?), two were alcoholics and drama queens, one was a hard-core druggy, and two were quite normal. (Well, normal by my standards.) Not good odds. Probably better pickings in a more liberal society.

After linking up with three or four drama queens in a row in middle and high school, I devoted a LOT of time and energy in observing and detecting the drama queen gene in action. Happy people make better lovers, but bipolar people make their own little piece of hell. And they'll share it with you.

I tend to disagree... Bi-polar people make better lovers... I have stamina for hours... 6 1/2 is my best, but four is quite common... My ex-wife was insane in bed. She is the best I have ever had and she has more psychosis than most people I know combined...

It's funny you should mention that. A girl in my DnD group has decided to play a bi-polar character, which the DM went with and run. Every time period X (I'm unsure about that) she rolls on the table and has to roleplay- and suffer the stat effects of- that phase of bi-polarity(?). She's the standout in a pirates game where everyone has a bit of weird in them. My best friend is playing a male chauvinist and I'm playing a trigger happy halfling bookworm.
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[The_root_of_all_evil]

Baseball: Well, in our 'rounders' team in school, I was playing with a arm cast instead of a bat.
I also smashed the ball so hard that it knocked out one of the girls running between second and third base.

Roleplaying: Aha...now I think I've won this one. I specialise in Malkavians.

One of my characters, in a weird game, was a Heavily Weaponed Battle Cruiser whose avatar was a pregnant Ninja called Mary.
There was also a split-personality Miss Marple who killed people when her evil side took over and then planted the wrong clues so her good side could frame the innocents.
Jason, who had a petrifying fear of plantlife and kept his long dead girlfriend on a meathook in his walk in fridge.
A troll that only worked in mime, in the full mime outfit. His name was "..."
A force-sensitive Philosophy Droid.
A Ferengi Borg.
The colour Blue.
A dead Fed-ex secretary that had to deal with her Id, Ego and Superego.
Zombie Cows.

I've won prizes you know

 

[Saskwach]

Baseball: Well, in our 'rounders' team in school, I was playing with a arm cast instead of a bat.
I also smashed the ball so hard that it knocked out one of the girls running between second and third base.

Roleplaying: Aha...now I think I've won this one. I specialise in Malkavians.

One of my characters, in a weird game, was a Heavily Weaponed Battle Cruiser whose avatar was a pregnant Ninja called Mary.
There was also a split-personality Miss Marple who killed people when her evil side took over and then planted the wrong clues so her good side could frame the innocents.
Jason, who had a petrifying fear of plantlife and kept his long dead girlfriend on a meathook in his walk in fridge.
A troll that only worked in mime, in the full mime outfit. His name was "..."
A force-sensitive Philosophy Droid.
A Ferengi Borg.
The colour Blue.
A dead Fed-ex secretary that had to deal with her Id, Ego and Superego.
Zombie Cows.

I've won prizes you know

...
You're right: you win. Still, I'd like to believe our little group has a chance in the lower stakes "kind of reasonable crazy RPG party" contest.

 

[Rolf Siegen]

Well for starters i´m a quick thinker, which would be a good thing if it weren´t for the fact that i use that to launch incredibly hurtful insults at lightning speeds. I´ve seen my friends literally twitch as i hurl a line without even thinking about it. But it´s all in good fun, i usually manage to talk myself out of getting beaten up and have been slapped just once.
For second, i hear that i´m incredibly boring. a Lot. Even with women i just kinda sit around. "Oh why won´t you talk to me?" "Who do you look depressed?" That´s how i allways look because there is nothing to make me look amused or interested etc. I usually say it´s futile to lie about being interested in whatever she is talking about and just ask if she´d be happier if i faked interest in her. Well you all know how that turns out. Guess i´ll just wait for someone that i am interested in to show up.
Thirdly people tend to say i´m emotionally numb. Well that´s not true, i just don´t think whining or crying about something does dick compared to say doing something about the thing in question. "*snifff* Oh i´m sorry, it´s just that my uncle died recently.. I think i´m gonna cry." Tough shit, my relatives had died too, it´s not like i didn´t care, i just didn´t think crying helps. It´s not like condemn people who are incredibly sensitive, just don´t come to me. I´m known to offer a sympathetic ear and such, but do your griefing with someone else.
Also i get horrid migraines for no apparent reason.

 

[Akas]

Sigh, to be weird. Sometimes it's a curse -_-.

I was born with a semi-photographic memory, which means I can remember the faces of all of my classmates from 4th grade, for example, but can't remember what number street is what. I also have a heightened sense of smell, but only for food (I've been able to correctly identify a specific brand of ramen from 3 rooms away) and heightened hearing but only for video games (for example, I can tell you when someone's playing mario kart and what place they are).

It's most natural for me to smile when I talk. Unfortunately, I suffer from chronic depression, and so when I'm having one of my episodes, people will always come up to me and ask what's wrong and then I reply, leaving them confused or wondering how bad things really are. I also have a natural tendency to cover my ears, especially with headphones, and like to wear this bandana-like thing as a mask sometimes. This leads to me getting in trouble or people acting incredibly defensive around me.

Walking is something that is unconscious for me, like most other people, but because I recognize it I always do something funky with my hands. Sometimes it's martial arts wrist exercises, sometimes it's playing an invisible piano, sometimes it's mock-rave hand gestures, sometimes it's just twiddling my fingers uncomfortably fast. I scare people a lot -_-.

Oh, and lastly, I have the uncanny knack for getting into weird misadventures simply by moving around. Examples: My friend and I were exploring the campus as freshmen, and ended up getting lost in the woods and the police getting called on us. I took a girl out for a normal date, and ended up climbing across the underside of a bridge (with water 20-30 ft below). I went clubbing with one of my friends...and ended up playing frisbee with random people and talking and painting on a mural with stoned octopi and sun goddesses. So yeah, being weird is a burden sometimes.

 

[AngryMan]

I don't have the world's greatest posture, naturally, but am conscious of it. Every so often, when I force myself into a correct posture, my back will click and pop and work out the kinks. Quite loudly, too

Whenever this has happened within earshot of another person, they've immediately grimaced and exclaimed "Ouch! Are you all right?".

Should it hurt? It really doesn't for me, In fact it's how I get RID of the discomfort of a badly-aligned spine. I enjoy the sensation of release and sudden flexibility.

 

[werepossum]

@werepossum - You think dating a bipolar person is hell? Try being one.

Touche!

Actually my first wife was bi-polar, but mostly without the drama gene so it wasn't bad. Her parents messed up somewhat, but they're really good people, just some odd religious beliefs.

 

[Lando Griffinnn]

No matter how much success I experience I always feel like people will think I'm a fraud and aren't good enough to be working with them. People who know me would never believe this because I hide my insecurities very well, but that feeling of anxiety never leaves.

 

[Omnidum]

Also, when I bend my knees, you can hear a crack coming from across the room, when two people is talking.

I think it's because I've worn out the "Best Before:" date on them.

 

[Duck Sandwich]

While I generally get along with just about everyone and have several acquaintances, I have very few (4-5) friends. I have the charisma of a rock. Despite this being my last year of high school, I don't go to parties on fridays, or even hang out with my friends on a regular basis. This isn't because I choose not to, but because shit happens (friends are busy, living out of town, etc).

Also, I can burp at will, and I sneeze occasionally, despite not having a cold. I also tend to burp when I'm exhausted, or about to do any kind of self-motivated exercising.

 

[Ricknub]

These will seem pretty tame compared to a lot of the posts here, but oh well. Perhaps that's a good thing.

- As a young child, I was never sure whether or not it was acceptable to sleep without covers. So during the summer, I'd yell down to my parents, "It's okay to take off covers!?" before taking them off (and yes, more often than not, they'd say it was okay).

- I went to the nurse's office almost every day in the 3rd grade, would take a bowl, and open my mouth over it, waiting to throw up. I had a terrible fear of getting sick (more specifically, of throwing up). I recall one student's parent coming in to explain to a teacher that her son wasn't in because he was "up all night, throwing up." Afraid that I would contract this horrible throw-up disease from his mother, I convinced myself that she said "growing up," and thought about how silly it would be for a kid to spend an entire night "growing up," and how ridiculously tall he must be by now.

- Up until 8th grade, I had a thing for mustard. At least a few days a week, my lunch would be a mustard sandwich with chips. I took pride in being able to say I could eat half a sandwich (if it could be called that) in two bites.

- I tend to do things in even numbers, or multiples of five. If I brush my hand against the side of my keyboard at work, I'll probably do it again (simulated as close to the first occurrence as possible) to even things out. Then I'll probably brush my other hand against the other side of the keyboard 2 times for good measure (who doesn't appreciate symmetry?).

 

[NATO.Caliber]

- Asian.

- Bisexual and sexually submissive. Oh, and I have a girlfriend. :3

- Fear of phallic objects.

- I have the hots for my room mate.



I thought I was weird. Maybe I should keep reading this topic. It makes me feel better.

 

[RonaldBakbacon]

I can't eat fruit without severe intestinal difficulties, but fruit juice with no pulp is okay.

I can play the drums and have a good sense of rhythm, but if I am not at my kit I cannot keep a beat to save my life.

I live in sunny California but absolutely hate the heat; I plan on moving to Toronto in about a year.

I have terrible allergies but only in May, the month I was born.

I have an abnormally thick skull, which has been fairly useful as I have suffered numerous head injuries (surprisingly no concussions).

And lastly, I can speed-read Shakespeare with no difficulty but can't read Tolkien for more than half an hour before my brain shuts down.

 

[AnGeL.SLayer]

- Up until 8th grade, I had a thing for mustard. At least a few days a week, my lunch would be a mustard sandwich with chips. I took pride in being able to say I could eat half a sandwich (if it could be called that) in two bites.

Are you kidding? I used to love those as a child. lol My dad was lazy and would honest to god make those for my brother and myself. Bread with chips and mustard on it. hehe I still have a thing for mustard too. I will sometimes dip my chips into mustard. Oh so yummy. hehe


^_^

 

[werepossum]

Only just noticed this post so thought I'd respond. That's...icky. Still, baseball seems to specialise, if not in the severity of its injuries, then at least in sheer balls out weirdness.

Speaking of balls out I forgot my cup one day: the day I decided to catch a pitch from my coach. Instead of the usual reaction (grasp the area and collapse to the floor sobbing) I simply span around on the spot spitting "Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit..."
I once lost my grip on the bat as I swung and nearly bluntly decapitated two onlookers... I still feel bad about that one.
I also caught a casually tossed bat to the forehead.

Quite icky. I have a very strong stomach and I had a hard time just listening to the story. I think had I actually been there, I would have lost many man points that day.

I too was a catcher, but I never wore a cup. Just couldn't fit everything in and still run. (Which was due to small stature, narrow hips, and legs too close together, not any "gift of G-d". Trust me.) So I always took a knee rather than crouching after giving the signals, which also allowed a quicker and more powerful throw to cut off a runner. Never caught one in the jewels, though, except once while batting.

I caught a bat in the facemask once; the batter swung and missed, stumbled back a step, then for some reason took a hard backswing. That gave me some pretty stars.

 

[flamedance58]

Not sure if I have any "real" weirdnesses but here I go on a list:

-I know things about the male anatomy that'd make some men cringe and some girls raise an eyebrow at.

-I'm a computer nerd, photographer, goth, and a student of a massage/spa college.

-I have a girlfriend that appreciates me for what I am.

-I am slightly masochistic; spanking, nibbling, biting, and one or two other things I just like.

-The use of a balancing ball in the stead of a computer chair.

-My friends are at a ratio of 3:1 (Girls:Guys), and I can talk and relate more to them than guys.

-Metrosexual; I understand that as a man I don't have to be a meat-head and dress like a drunken & stoned hippy coming out of a coma.

-Bi-curious; I can look at a guy and understand why girls think he's hot and at sometimes even agree.

-Sexually Submissive; The thought of being tied up and being ravished by my GF is intoxicating.

 

[Saskwach]

Only just noticed this post so thought I'd respond. That's...icky. Still, baseball seems to specialise, if not in the severity of its injuries, then at least in sheer balls out weirdness.

Speaking of balls out I forgot my cup one day: the day I decided to catch a pitch from my coach. Instead of the usual reaction (grasp the area and collapse to the floor sobbing) I simply span around on the spot spitting "Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit..."
I once lost my grip on the bat as I swung and nearly bluntly decapitated two onlookers... I still feel bad about that one.
I also caught a casually tossed bat to the forehead.

Quite icky. I have a very strong stomach and I had a hard time just listening to the story. I think had I actually been there, I would have lost many man points that day.

I too was a catcher, but I never wore a cup. Just couldn't fit everything in and still run. (Which was due to small stature, narrow hips, and legs too close together, not any "gift of G-d". Trust me.) So I always took a knee rather than crouching after giving the signals, which also allowed a quicker and more powerful throw to cut off a runner. Never caught one in the jewels, though, except once while batting.

I caught a bat in the facemask once; the batter swung and missed, stumbled back a step, then for some reason took a hard backswing. That gave me some pretty stars.

Why would a batter do that? It was silly and unnecessary, not to mention dangerous.

 

[werepossum]

Only just noticed this post so thought I'd respond. That's...icky. Still, baseball seems to specialise, if not in the severity of its injuries, then at least in sheer balls out weirdness.

Speaking of balls out I forgot my cup one day: the day I decided to catch a pitch from my coach. Instead of the usual reaction (grasp the area and collapse to the floor sobbing) I simply span around on the spot spitting "Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit..."
I once lost my grip on the bat as I swung and nearly bluntly decapitated two onlookers... I still feel bad about that one.
I also caught a casually tossed bat to the forehead.

Quite icky. I have a very strong stomach and I had a hard time just listening to the story. I think had I actually been there, I would have lost many man points that day.

I too was a catcher, but I never wore a cup. Just couldn't fit everything in and still run. (Which was due to small stature, narrow hips, and legs too close together, not any "gift of G-d". Trust me.) So I always took a knee rather than crouching after giving the signals, which also allowed a quicker and more powerful throw to cut off a runner. Never caught one in the jewels, though, except once while batting.

I caught a bat in the facemask once; the batter swung and missed, stumbled back a step, then for some reason took a hard backswing. That gave me some pretty stars.

Why would a batter do that? It was silly and unnecessary, not to mention dangerous.

I think he was just frustrated at having missed the pitch.

 

[guyy]

I have plenty of weird characteristics, but many of them are so odd they would probably allow you to figure out who I actually am. Let's see here...

I have plenty of problems with verbal communication, but I think the worst one is that I can't stop randomly alternating between using normal, everyday words and using as many long, elaborate words (that I probably don't fully understand the meanings of) as possible. Needless to say, it gets confusing. I think I even see a bit of that in this very paragraph.

Though I play FPS games pretty often, the excessive-to-the-point-of-not-even-being-realistic blood and gore drive me crazy; the only thing that bugs me more about those games is the fact that other people seem to like it.

I can permanently memorize an entire song, no matter how elaborate, after 2-3 focused listens, but I have to hear a person's name about 794 times before having any hope of remembering it just a few days later.

Music I like includes Pink Floyd, Beethoven, Coldplay, and even certain "Wizard Rock" bands. In other words, I like the bands that you hate. And some other ones, too.

I'm incredibly sensitive to most external stimuli (there's that first one again), but not temperature. A tiny flashing light or odd noise distracts me easily, but if someone comments on the room being extremely hot or cold I usually have no idea what they're talking about.

Don't consume alcohol? I don't even consume caffeine, unless you count small amounts of chocolate. And I never will. Because I'm a freak and a perfectionist.