[QUOTE=Paul Smeenus;1308978]True, but I should clarify that, when I say I was drinking I don't mean just that night, I mean that I was actively pursuing the life-consuming activity of alcoholism. I've been sober for 18 years. Otherwise I would almost certainly be in my grave by now.[/QUOTE
:clap: that is awesome... seriously I am not trying in anyway to be a bitch.. BRAVO :clap: |
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Much of it is filled with metal inside jokes, so it might go over your head. Not that it's in any way intelligent. There's more, but that's good for starters. |
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so your link is gone.. is this the correct tune that should have been playing whist I was engrossed in this story if so... then yes I AM A PUSS BAG COMPARATIVELY SPEAKING https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=89h-X-tZa_w |
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I didn't think you were being a bitch at all, on the contrary. Thank you. When congratulated on this, I always say that I didn't do anything extraordinary, it was simple survival. I will say so again, but I very much appreciate the kind sentiment |
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umm yeah I did listen to it... how the hell would I know I a complete pussbag... but I have the right band yeah?
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I am weird, but compared to other people I am normal. Basically, I'm weird, but boring, in an almost depressing way.
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He's right, you're not
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...consternation turned to lucidation. <--- period there
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It's funny that this thread is here today.
At lunch today, I felt like treating myself to some fast food, as it's not something I do often. It's a Friday. What the hell. Seeing as how I'd never eaten at Whataburger before, and there's one not 0.2 miles down the road from my office, I headed over. Well... This person that was ringing me up was probably a 50 year old woman. She didn't look like she had any sort of syndrome, but holy ****... holy. ****. I don't really know how to explain her behavior, but she was screaming loudly to me, in a happy way, about a new Monterey-jalapeno burger that I had to try. "OH YEA, MY BABY, DIS ONE GOOOOOD, WEEEEE!!!! U CAN EAT IT!!!!". She was off-putting, but at the same time kinda sweet, like she meant you no harm. But as far as professionalism, oh no, none there. So I was waiting on my order, then this other one comes out with it. Wait. Shuffles out. She didn't physically look like she had any chromosomal disorders, but I could tell right away that there was a reason her job was to carry the food to the table. She was really sweet. Probably around 40. Ugly as all get-out. Couldn't look me in the eye. Looked like she was about to run away. Then I see some of the people cooking the food. I just assumed they were normal on the inside. Overall, it was the weirdest experience I've ever had in a fast food joint. It was almost surreal. I guess I had expected it to be like any other unremarkable joint. Unremarkable college students and low-skill settlers. But this. This place made me feel that feeling you might feel if you had went to an insane asylum and begun to suspect that the patients had taken over the facility. The burger was excellent, btw. |
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Yes I talk to animals too. Mainly cats. But I definitely talk to myself too. I have full on conversations about things in my head. It can be really helpful to gather all my thoughts together sensibly and understand why I feel the way I do. Very liberating. |
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True, but I think we've firmly established the answer to the question contained in the topic |
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I am weirmal.
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I'm pretty outwardly normal and have what I would consider to be a "normal" circle of friends, but I'm probably a little strange in comparison to them.
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I consider myself a little strange compared to other people. I'm extroverted but I have a little bit of social anxiety until I get to know people, which sounds weird but that's just how I am, lol.
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I guarantee you I'm the weirdest here...
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This is being a weird competition.
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Actually I'm using my boyfriend's laptop which has Serbian Latin/Cyrillic letters and the Y and Z keys are switched. There's no Y in their alphabet and they use Z a lot, that's why. |
I'm convinced I'm one of the weirder ones here. When a site full of people who consider themselves weird think you're weird, you have a problem.
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I will not claim to be the weirdest person on this site, or in my city, or among my friends... but I will say, when I meet a stranger and then get to know them, they almost always tell me after awhile, "When I first met you I thought you were bizarre/strange/weird/a freak." This isn't exactly conscious, but I have declared a war on normalcy since early teenhood, so there's that.
I listen to outsider music... free jazz, noise, hardcore, black metal, alternative hip hop, ancient blues, ambient- the list goes on. This is not exactly weird around here (it's downright normal, you'd be weirder just listening to classic rock), but around most of America, it's pretty weird. My mother is a paralegal right wing feministic redneck entrepeneur who homeschools and practices alternative natural medicine. My adopted father is a severely ADD, stoic (but loving) hippie gun nut who grew up in Mexico and makes intricate knives as a hobby. My family makes it a point to "adopt" teenagers whose family sucks and take them in (my younger "brother" is one of these). They're Christians who can't stand church, and consider the social justice and "love everyone" aspects of their faith of utmost importance. They stress working out your problems with others, intercultural communication, and thinking about things logically. I know none of that explains me, but it's where I've come from, and boy has it made me who I am. I live in Nicaragua as a missionary, taking care of children and serving the oppressed and unloved in whatever way I can. I'll let you come to your own conclusions about that, but it's definitely not normal. I love to read. That's not REALLY weird, but honestly, among all of the illiterates in Kentucky, I feel like I stand out. I am a severe GOOD coffee addict. I mean, I cringe when I see pictures on Tumblr of "Starbucks + Anything Else" and it's tagged "coffee." That's not coffee, that's a hot or frozen beverage made out of high fructose corn syrup and the leftover coffee beans from a plantation, burnt and pressed and covered in whipped cream. Don't get me wrong, in a tight spot and in need of caffeine, I will certainly buy a Grande Mochaccinno Latte Frappe or some other similarly bullcrap drink, but I will hate myself for doing so. There's more, but I'm sick of typing, so there you go. |
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Everyone I know is weird in some way. The more you find out about people, the more odd they seem.
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Although I hope you don't find me TOO normal... that would mean I haven't worked hard enough. ;) |
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omg you saw me break dancing in my underwear...****...
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