Weird Things I Do #2, A Little More Than Just Almost OCD
A while back I wrote about how I compulsively pick out frayed bits of string or icky specks of dust, well I have a few more OCD issues up my sleeve. Most would know about how people with clinically diagnosed OCD tend to stick to a routine and be really fickle when it comes to those little details, well I’m kinda like that to.
Whenever I go to use a public toilet that I frequent (is it just me or did that sound like a reference to cruising?), like at school, I usually use the same stall all the time i.e. at school, I always use the 3rd from the right. Most people who do this do this out of convenience, if they can’t use the stall they usually do, they don’t care. If I don’t get to use the stall I usually do, it feels kinda weird…
- Another thing I’m picky about is cutlery. I am very fickle about my cutlery. I really, really don’t like using;
- cutlery that is bent the wrong way, usually happens when a spoon is bent then someone tries to bend it back
- crooked cutlery
- cutlery with engravings
- non-symmetrical cutlery, usually the handle
- cutlery with sharp edges in the handle
- and finally, metallic sporks, I hate metalic sporks.
but other than those I’m usually fine…
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And one more thing, I never, ever, ever touch my lips onto cutlery unless necessary, and even if I do, I use the outside of my lip, not the inside. Ever.
Obscure Comment About Necrophilia
Ok so It’s been like 22 days since I last posted, that’s like almost a month, I’d say I was busy studying for exams, but that would be a lie…
I’ve just been lazy, and its not like I had anything really interesting to say, I’ve been really numb lately.
Wait no… I haven’t been numb, just kinda pissed off lately, everyone else has something going on in their lives right now while mine’s just been the boring old usual stuff. The people around me been involved love-triangles, family feuds, huge concerts, drug smuggling schemes, intriguing TV shows and even a near death experience in the last couple of months, and the most exciting thing to happen to me was making the perfect omelette.
Maybe more interesting stuff would happen to me if I were more outgoing. God i’m so self concious all the time…
The weirdest bit is that I’m kinda jealous of webcomic characters, namely the characters of Questionable Content, their life seems to be so full of stuff happening, sure it might not be the most comfortable life around, but I’ve lived the comfortable life, and it sucks. I am so dying to hit rock bottom.
On a side note, I kinda miss Drake, Friday nights aren’t the same without him. It’s weird not hearing some obscure metal reference for more than a week, its like if I miss an episode of Doctor Who, it just doesn’t feel right.
And for those people who have been asking my what secrets I keep, it’s one of these;
I’m a drug runner.
I secretly wish to be a muzza.
I’m a pyromaniac.
I’m a closet gay.
I’m a closet bi.
I’m a closet straight.
La Nouvelle Liste Musique
So I got a couple of new playlists up…
yeah…
that’s it…
I wonder what people think of my taste in music…
Laughing At Myself
Something I’ve learnt to do a while ago, is how to laugh at myself. Whenever my foolishness results in something bad happening to me, I used to come up with the stupidest reasons why it was somehow not my fault. Now, I’ve learnt to laugh at myself about it.
A good example would be on Wednesday. I had stayed after school for this physics thing, I hate transistor circuits, and some of my friends stayed after school as well. I was planning to ask them for a lift home, but I was 5 minutes late getting out of class and they left me behind to walk all the way home. The old me would have gotten über pissed and blamed them and acted bitchy towards them for the rest of the week. Instead, I recognised that it was totally my fault, I didn’t even tell them I stayed after school; how could they have known to wait for me, and I just went on waking totally amused by the whole idea.
An even better example was last… Monday or Thursday, I forget. I was hanging out in the VCE lounge at school, I had double free last periods. Anywho, I went to sit on one of the many tabletops there. Apparently half my arse missed the table. What happened next, I was told, was incredibly strange, but this is what happened from my perspective.
I thought something felt strange.
I realised then, half my arse wasn’t on the table.
I started to lose my balance.
My legs flew to the air.
My arms started flailing.
I started leaning towards the side.
I was panicking.
I desperately tried to balance myself.
Then… I realised all was lost.
To escape my fate.
I gave up.
Oh.. Fuck it I thought
I stopped resisting gravity.
I fell.
Apparently my fall didn’t make a single sound. Everyone who was there told me that as hit everything was quiet until they heard my hysterical laughter, and also, they said that my fall looked as if it was in slow motion.
What can I say.. I am a very graceful guy.
