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Based on this cool thread. ... What sorts of odd and inexplicable things did you do as a kid?
I had a million insane habits...I was borderline OCD and diagnosed with "magical thinking" which is a cool symptom to have IMO. One thing I would do is sit for several hours in the shower everyday. This went on from when I was maybe 8 to 11 y.o. I would pretend that I lived in ancient Rome and was a homeless ascetic holyman of some bizarre religious sect who lived in a one room cell with a view right onto the street. Sometimes I would travel through time to the middle ages and live in Elizabethan London or Baroque Vienna. Imaginary people would come to me for advice and I’d don my washcloth and have conversations with them in which I’d instruct them about the mysteries of the universe and foment revolutionary political action. The ruling authorities always wanted to get rid of me but they knew my secret society of disciples would revolt if they did. “Who are you talking to in there?” my parents would ask. “I’m not talking…what you mean?” (Crazier than telling the truth—you make the call!) |
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Next round's on me.
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Oh,Georgia Ave.
We are some kind of crazy. I think I did weird stuff...but I don't know if I could really elaborate the details. I had a horrible need to apologize to inanimate objects after I would get really angry and treat them improperly. Not necessarily out loud. But I would have to make it right by like picking them up and in my head telling them I was sorry. I'd get wicked anxious if I didnt. I also would sit in my closet (which was just big enough for this plastic toy box) and I would sit in the toy box full of toys. I would just talk to myself or read in there. |
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I was afraid of pooping for some reason and would often go upwards of a week without doing so.
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I used to spend like a whole day dreaming up scenarios in which everyone I knew was engaged in apocalyptic battles in warehouses with Nazis and stuff. This was when I was 7 or 8. I would get really worked up over it too.
I also used to sleep completely covered by blankets with just a tiny hole to look out of, no matter how hot it was. |
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I used to spend like a whole day dreaming up scenarios in which everyone I knew was engaged in apocalyptic battles in warehouses with Nazis and stuff. This was when I was 7 or 8. I would get really worked up over it too. I also used to sleep completely covered by blankets with just a tiny hole to look out of, no matter how hot it was. [/ QUOTE ] I did that last part. But it was because I was afraid of ET and Gremlins. I didnt even have a hole to look out of. I'd be covered in sweat when I woke up sometimes. |
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ET SCARED THE PISSED OUT OF ME as a kid. LOL. Look at the thing, it is like a rejected california rasin
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[ QUOTE ] I also used to sleep completely covered by blankets with just a tiny hole to look out of, no matter how hot it was. [/ QUOTE ] I did that last part. But it was because I was afraid of ET and Gremlins. I didnt even have a hole to look out of. I'd be covered in sweat when I woke up sometimes. [/ QUOTE ] Wow...its like an OOt-epidemic...I did this too. I got the idea from some Bill Cosby record that if I didn't do it the monsters would get me. But I also had to sleep on my back in case a scorpion tried to sting me on the ass (got this idea from some awful kids book). This continued until I was 12, though... [img]/images/graemlins/blush.gif[/img] Wait you were afraid of ET? You're freaking nuts, dude. |
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The Bill Cosby thing reminds me of something else, on one of the few episodes I saw (my parents generally didn't allow me to watch shows with black people in them) Bill was talking about grounding one of his kids. I had never been grounded and didn't know what it was, so somehow I got the idea in my head that the kid was actually being ground up, like in a meat grinder. That alone made me a really good kid for like 3 years because I was so terrified of getting "grounded."
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In 6th grade I wrote stories for my English class about this one kid in the class. I called him Deadly Dan, and in each story he would kill other kids in the class in crazy, violent ways. I read them aloud in front of the class sometimes and everybody loved them.
I also used to notes and fold them up in that way that you fold nots in middle school (you know what I'm talking about) and them leave them right on top of the trash can so someone would take them and read them and start a controversy. I remember one specifically had a drawing of a stick figure in the middle of crosshairs. An arrow pointing to the stick figure said "Alan" (a kid in class), and an arrow pointing to the crosshairs said "my gun's sight". Another one had a creepy poem where I talked about killing myself. Neither of them was serious, I was just hoping someone would find them and there would be a big fuss all over the school trying to figure out who wrote them. Weird. |
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