I have no idea how I got infected with it, but I subscribe to some of the better known traumas.
Spilled salt? ACK! Over the shoulder it goes.
Walking under a ladder? Yeah, right.
A knife as a gift (not uncommon as cooking is a passion)? Here's a coin.
Open my umbrella indoors??? You must be insane.
The hardest one to hide is the 'knock on wood' reaction. Especially if there's no 'real' wood around (formica is my arch-enemy), then I must knock on the side of my head. Three times. Explaining this to dinner guests is not an option.
I've had many more, but as I get older I've found ways to justify that some are just plain silly (the above fully excluded). For example, the gf has broken no less than a dozen mirrors in my short 7 years with her. Since she hasn't been dismembered slowly by a rogue band of eunuch midgets, I'm starting to warm up to the fact that this one might be bunk.
To wit, on our second date together we came out of a local pub after a night of the required mating ritual in these parts known as 'Jagermeister'. We jumped in her car and rounded the corner on our way to her place. Suddenly, a black cat bolts across the street not more than a few meters in front of us. I scream. Loud. STOP! STOP THE CAR! NNNNOOOOOWWWW!!!! She slams on the brakes...not realizing at all the danger I just saved her from...and looks at me like I'm a lunatic. I look back at her and feel like a lunatic. I ask, gently, if she wouldn't mind just driving around the block the other way around to her house. She obliged without asking why.
Whenever I hear or see an accordion I go all green, swell to twice my normal size and with rippling muscles busting through tattered clothing, lose myself completely in a murderous rampage that wreaks havoc throughout the surrounding environment.
I come to myself in some outlandish spot with no knowledge of my previous depredations but with a blinding headache and only the torn and tattered plastic remnants of the loathsome instrument tangled in a forlorn and chaotic jumble somwhere in the vicinity of my feet....
Wow, Segovius, you write so incredibly well. I know you mentioned to me awhile back that you do some writing; but I really do think you should pursue it in a systematic manner - that is, if you aren't already. Your talent is MUCH too fine to waste.
I especially like the part I italicized:
"...the torn and tattered plastic remnants..."
"...of the loathsome instrument..."
"...tangled..."
"...in a forlorn and chaotic jumble..."
Great word choice and sentence fluency.
I must admit, I am smitten.
(Of course, I've been smitten for months; so no big surprise there, eh? 8) )
My little known things - I take off all my clothes when I go for a poo; I have an extreme fear (that comes and goes) of my teeth falling out/breaking. I had one nightmare where they were crumbling in my mouth and growing through my face at the same time...
sounds like something from one of those new "dark metal" videos
If you happen to see a television advertisement for the Christian Children's Fund with a 9-year-old girl singing "Amazing Grace" (as opposed to an older ad with a man singing the same song), listen for the piano at the end. That's me. The music for the ad was produced at a recording studio where I used to work. I auditioned the children the advertising agency considered for the solo vocals. My piano was just meant to be a guide for the girl to sing to, but the agency decided the piano needed to be in the ad at the end so I got back in the studio and played the song again.
I am related to the mayor of New York who accepted the Statue of Liberty from the French. (Something on the order of a grandfather, but I forget how many "greats" come before it.)
As for weird stuff about me, It absolutely freaks me out if I see someone wrap their hands around their own neck, pretending to choke (or strangle themselves, I guess.) And I frequently have dreams that are either set at my old high school, populated with people I knew in college. Or the dream is set at my old college, populated by people I knew in high school.
If I spin more than 3 times around with my office chair, I get really nauseous. Rotation really makes me dizzy. (But I have a great sense of balance, so go figure.)
Its not Iron, chewing ice means you are sexually frustrated... (or thats the saying anyways)
General -
Well I chewed ice for three or four weeks - never before or after. And lost the craving when I started taking iron tablets. So, nyah, nyah, nyah, nyah.......
I become a chain smoker when I'm drunk. I have never smoked a cigarette once while sober. I could smoke a half a pack while drunk. I guess I just never remember what the nicotine "tastes" like after I recover. Also, when I do drink I only drink 151 proof rum. 5-6 stright shots of that and I'm set for the night.
Hrmm.. This could be a long post for me, I've got a lot of weird quirks. I guess I'll just get a few out real quick;
Chapstick addiction for me too.
I need to have my stereo volume on an even number, if somebody in my car changes the volume at all and leaves it on an odd number I will correct it. If I try to go too long with out putting it back on an even number it drives me mad.
My mouse pad and keyboard must always be parallel, and my mouse in the middle of the mouse pad if I'm not using it. I have the flat panel iMac, and when I'm not using it I always make sure the monitor is perfectly centered and in a perfect 'promo shot' looking position.
I can't hear the phrase "Thank you very much" without exclaiming "Mr. Roboto!"
I started dying my hair black because I thought it looked good, I still like how it looks but now my main reason is because I think chicks would dig it.
I can not take Brendan Fraiser serious as an actor in a serious movie because of Encino Man and George of the Jungle.
I've always listened to stereotypical 'bad ass white boy' music like punk rock, underground hardcore and metal, but I secretly think that Dr. Dre's 2001 is one of the best album's ever recorded, second only to G N' R's Appetite for Destruction.
I have never been able to snap my fingers, but I've gotten better at faking it.
When I can't make up my mind about what I want to eat I make a nacho salad sandwich; bottom bread, crushed-up tortilla chips, salsa, lettuce or salad mix, sour cream, little more chips, top bread. I honestly think it's delicious.
Now that I look at it like that, I guess I'm a little weird.
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I have no idea how I got infected with it, but I subscribe to some of the better known traumas.
Spilled salt? ACK! Over the shoulder it goes.
Walking under a ladder? Yeah, right.
A knife as a gift (not uncommon as cooking is a passion)? Here's a coin.
Open my umbrella indoors??? You must be insane.
The hardest one to hide is the 'knock on wood' reaction. Especially if there's no 'real' wood around (formica is my arch-enemy), then I must knock on the side of my head. Three times. Explaining this to dinner guests is not an option.
I've had many more, but as I get older I've found ways to justify that some are just plain silly (the above fully excluded). For example, the gf has broken no less than a dozen mirrors in my short 7 years with her. Since she hasn't been dismembered slowly by a rogue band of eunuch midgets, I'm starting to warm up to the fact that this one might be bunk.
To wit, on our second date together we came out of a local pub after a night of the required mating ritual in these parts known as 'Jagermeister'. We jumped in her car and rounded the corner on our way to her place. Suddenly, a black cat bolts across the street not more than a few meters in front of us. I scream. Loud. STOP! STOP THE CAR! NNNNOOOOOWWWW!!!! She slams on the brakes...not realizing at all the danger I just saved her from...and looks at me like I'm a lunatic. I look back at her and feel like a lunatic. I ask, gently, if she wouldn't mind just driving around the block the other way around to her house. She obliged without asking why.
She's still with me.
Originally posted by segovius
Whenever I hear or see an accordion I go all green, swell to twice my normal size and with rippling muscles busting through tattered clothing, lose myself completely in a murderous rampage that wreaks havoc throughout the surrounding environment.
I come to myself in some outlandish spot with no knowledge of my previous depredations but with a blinding headache and only the torn and tattered plastic remnants of the loathsome instrument tangled in a forlorn and chaotic jumble somwhere in the vicinity of my feet....
Wow, Segovius, you write so incredibly well. I know you mentioned to me awhile back that you do some writing; but I really do think you should pursue it in a systematic manner - that is, if you aren't already. Your talent is MUCH too fine to waste.
I especially like the part I italicized:
"...the torn and tattered plastic remnants..."
"...of the loathsome instrument..."
"...tangled..."
"...in a forlorn and chaotic jumble..."
Great word choice and sentence fluency.
I must admit, I am smitten.
(Of course, I've been smitten for months; so no big surprise there, eh?
Carol
Originally posted by SonOfSylvanus
My little known things - I take off all my clothes when I go for a poo; I have an extreme fear (that comes and goes) of my teeth falling out/breaking. I had one nightmare where they were crumbling in my mouth and growing through my face at the same time...
sounds like something from one of those new "dark metal" videos
I am related to the mayor of New York who accepted the Statue of Liberty from the French. (Something on the order of a grandfather, but I forget how many "greats" come before it.)
As for weird stuff about me, It absolutely freaks me out if I see someone wrap their hands around their own neck, pretending to choke (or strangle themselves, I guess.) And I frequently have dreams that are either set at my old high school, populated with people I knew in college. Or the dream is set at my old college, populated by people I knew in high school.
Originally posted by Carol A
Btw, can anyone explain how being low on iron could make someone want to chew ice? I really don't understand it at all.
Its not Iron, chewing ice means you are sexually frustrated... (or thats the saying anyways)
Originally posted by BuonRotto
Yes, it's an oral fixation. Carol A has an oral fixation, everyone! (Thank you, Dr. Freud.)
Haha. Very funny.
Actually,...........oh, never mind............
Originally posted by The General
Its not Iron, chewing ice means you are sexually frustrated... (or thats the saying anyways)
General -
Well I chewed ice for three or four weeks - never before or after. And lost the craving when I started taking iron tablets. So, nyah, nyah, nyah, nyah.......
I'll think of more things about me later.
- Chapstick addiction for me too.
- I need to have my stereo volume on an even number, if somebody in my car changes the volume at all and leaves it on an odd number I will correct it. If I try to go too long with out putting it back on an even number it drives me mad.
- My mouse pad and keyboard must always be parallel, and my mouse in the middle of the mouse pad if I'm not using it. I have the flat panel iMac, and when I'm not using it I always make sure the monitor is perfectly centered and in a perfect 'promo shot' looking position.
- I can't hear the phrase "Thank you very much" without exclaiming "Mr. Roboto!"
- I started dying my hair black because I thought it looked good, I still like how it looks but now my main reason is because I think chicks would dig it.
- I can not take Brendan Fraiser serious as an actor in a serious movie because of Encino Man and George of the Jungle.
- I've always listened to stereotypical 'bad ass white boy' music like punk rock, underground hardcore and metal, but I secretly think that Dr. Dre's 2001 is one of the best album's ever recorded, second only to G N' R's Appetite for Destruction.
- I have never been able to snap my fingers, but I've gotten better at faking it.
- When I can't make up my mind about what I want to eat I make a nacho salad sandwich; bottom bread, crushed-up tortilla chips, salsa, lettuce or salad mix, sour cream, little more chips, top bread. I honestly think it's delicious.
Now that I look at it like that, I guess I'm a little weird.