I always keep my eyes closed when traveling in tunnels, that is why I don't drive. I eat in odd numbers. Only putting my fork down every three fork to face movement. Drinking water every 7 bites. I used to take a briefcase to grade school. I have 666 notebooks (no joke like I really do) My Aunt thinks she can walk through walls My friend thought she was a wicca, and made me believe I was one too My friend catfished me for 2 months, telling me it was them a year later. My friend keeps a 3 dead moths, a cricket leg, and a dead bee in a glass locket they wear. Birds used to fly into windows and die when I was at peoples houses. My babysitter made me eat a bark "sandwich", bark with leaf and grass with bark. I had 8 dogs at one time. I believed in magic till I was 12 I once had a fly follow me around for 3 days, like it was the same fly. I have been having audio hallucinations since I was 7 but haven't told anyone, probably need to check it out. I only write my first draft of a pice of writing in bold font. Bold, Italicized, Comic San's in my favorite font Cant tell my lefts from my rights. .... boop here some weird quirks.
I would suggest getting the auditory hallucinations checked up on. If they aren't commanding you to do anything, and if you don't find them unpleasant, they don't necessarily require medication, but I imagine that isn't your only symptom, so touching base with a doc is probably a good idea. I am judging you for the Comic Sans. ¬_¬
I've got to get my eyes checked, I read that as "The mysterious flatulence of the fuzzy duck!" I dunno, I think my first read is better.
I can't read graffiti. Ever. This could be Cantonese or upside down Portuguese for all I know. ETA: This kind too. No Idea. Pretty though.
I pun fearlessly and ferociously, even during meetings at work. I find it breaks the tension, even when they throw things at me.
I am clinically fascinated, by unusual human genitalia, yet repulsed by surgeries, diseases, medical procedures of any kind. I appreciate sensuality, yet I am indifferent to porn. This used to scare the hell out of me.
I love flying. All of it, the entire experience: travel sized bottles of stuff, the airport hustle and bustle, the smell of coffee brewing at my usual airport in the mornings, watching everyone go to and from their destinations...all of it, and I never get tired of it. I even used to love airline food, because it meant I was going somewhere. I chose my profession partly because it involved tons of travel. And yes, I know how weird that is. ETA: A major test of a significant other is, "Does he travel well?" If he's a complainer, he's gone.
I love flying International business or domestic first. International First is beyond my touch. Coach, I don't love. Premium Coach is worth paying extra for.
Honey, I don't play hard to get, I am hard to get. A lot of mine is on other people's dime, which usually means coach, so let's say I've learned to love it. Nah, I just roll him up and stuff him in my carry-on.
This is more about my kid than me, but it's quirky. My four-year-old doesn't like it when I'm rude to the robot, so I have to say "please" and "thank you" to Alexa when he's around, which is extremely hard to muster when she keeps playing the wrong damn album. He even made me apologize to her when I called her an idiot. I hope he puts in a good word for me when the machines rise.
I haven't worn a pair of shoes that weren't Converse in almost twenty years. I have fifty pair. ...and only five pair of pants.
Oh no! Please don't ever read something from me! I can't stand disorder. I spend a lot of time tidying up my house. My office is a chaos - I can't work without being a slob.
I find a sort of strange enjoyment with enduring misery, especially with other people. I refer to pain as an old friend. But only if I am enduring the pain or misery alone or with someone. I find no enjoyment watching others misery while I am fine. I think it may be overcoming adversities is what I really like. You'll find me with a huge smile on my face when I'm slogging through mud in a downpour with a group.
The town I grew up in was lily-white (still nearly 90% white at the last census). When I was young, I assumed the term "black humor" referred to the works of people like Richard Pryor and Bill Cosby.
