I once stood and watched as my then 8yo daughter walked into a tree. I could see it coming and did nothing to stop it. I cleaned someone's toilet with their toothbrush and put it back in the toothbrush holder thing. *There's many more but that's all I'm willing to share right now lol
Two confessions from me as well: I told the naked truth about another resident in this ALF, I said she has diarrhea of the mouth. I failed to mention that the woman mentioned above has a constipation of ideas as well.
I often look to my age group and wonder: "What the hell is going on?" It's not a thing I normally do, mostly due to my disinterest in other peoples lives. But I've been doing it more and more as of late, catching myself staring and pondering, my mind dancing with confusion under blaring sound. I'm no better than anyone else. In fact, as someone who falls on a near daily basis, I have not a soapbox to stand on and judge others, but I can't help and find my generation, as well as the newer generation, to be downright confusing. At the very least, "It's not everyone" is a mantra my mind throws at me after the thought pops up. Ah well. All in all, C'est la vie, nowadays.
I'm in a constant struggle with my natural 'no confrontation' personality and my desire to be snippy and passive-aggressive toward people who acted kind of dick-ish. I mean, everyone else does the latter, why not I?
I'm actually addicted to Benadryl at this point. I'm down from taking nearly six at a time. Only take nearly four in any given dose. Need to stop. =/ Probably should stop smoking tobacco too. I keep telling myself I'll only keep smoking until my briar finally falls apart, but the damn thing is made too well. -SIN
I once ate a small figurine of Baby Jesus. I'm amazed I wasn't struck down immediately when my teeth pressed into the plastic belly of His Holiness.
I was a habitual mispronouncer of words in my youth. A few of the words mispronounced? Behemoth, cheapskate - and by extension Chesapeake, among others. Now, that doesn't sound so bad, but what if I were to inform you that my 'youth' extended to about age 18?
I saw a meme once that said that if someone is mispronouncing a word, that means they learned it by reading, I'm not sure how you'd mess up "cheapskate," TBH, but I understand the problem. I used to pronounce "bury" to rhyme with "flurry," and my version of "infrared" was the past tense of the (nonexistent) verb "to infrare" (long a). We don't discuss "lieutenant colonel" anymore.
The truth of the matter is even more ridiculous than the concept therein. To make a long story short, I pronounced it as ches-peeky, like I'm trying to say some bastardized form of Chesapeake. Yeah. Don't ask me how I came to that conclusion, I wouldn't even be able to tell you. Dennis the Cheapskate, I hope you burn in hell.
Once when I was really bored, I spent what must've been an entire half-hour trying to convince Siri that 8+5 is 85 instead of thirteen.
Now there's an idea for a fantasy novel (or Monty Python sketch). "Sorry love, but I can't make you that steak you wanted for dinner tonight." "What? Why?" "Well, you see, I was a the market and there was a lady handing out samples of this, like, spicy stew. Pretty good stuff, but it seems I'm a Hindu now. I'll try and pop round the vicar's on Tuesday and see if he can switch me back, but it's all veg until then."
My mother asked me today if I missed them at all. No. No I don't. Though that in of it self makes me feel guilty.
Confession: I have shredded three diaries over the course of two months, and am going through a fourth. Why am I taking the long road? Because I am rewriting pages that stand out to me. Tearing out pages that have story content, no matter how poor or incomplete they are, and my files are getting stuffed, growing thicker with each additional story. And I destroy the remaining pages. I could just get a copier, or take pictures and save them to my phone- but it feels more real to have these rewritten copies. There are a couple of things that I learned through this "project": 1) I was very prolific, even if a lot of these were incomplete, but I have a hefty number of stories that were completed. 2) Keeping diaries in the form of basic spiral notebooks that you often see students with is a terrible idea in the long run, as pages are on the verge of falling out, and the covers themselves were mysteriously lost on some of them. I had taken good care of them, too, so I don't know what happened. So I'm using composition notebooks to rewrite them in, because as boring as I find them, they are very long lasting, and a good cheap option. 3) A lot of the themes that I write about had never truly been forgotten. They were simply "reborn" in my current projects. A lot of these old stories of mine did these themes better, actually. So I guess that I have a lot to learn from past me. 4) This project is ruining my life. My other projects are on hold because I am a notebook hoarder. And no, that is not an exaggeration. 5) I am never going to write long entries again, nor will I keep large notebooks for diaries.
Despite telling myself I really want to try one, I have yet to order an Impossible Whopper, always opting for the regular Whopper instead. I don't know why.
If you would order a regular Whopper, it's a nearly certain guarantee that you'll like an Impossible Whopper. That said, I'm not sure of the reason of eating them regularly. They're pricey and taste so completely like a Whopper, one might as well eat a Whopper. I'm not even entirely sure that they're healthier, as it's beyond doubt that they are unhealthy. And if you would eat one because you object to eating meat, then... Not only are you still handing money to a restaurant called "Burger King," you're eating a patty cooked off the same grill as meat. For me, the only point was the novelty of eating the best meat substitute that I've ever had. *shrugs* And I did that already, so... But, yeah, try it. It's pretty good. -SIN
Neither can I. This is especially irritating when I have to fly to another country in Asia or Europe. I usually end up with a 30 some hour long day each way. Do that at least a couple of times a year.