so I was adopted at a young age and being as eccentric as I was began to debate the possibility that I was in fact from another planet. I invented my own language(though in my mind I was inventing it so much as remembering it) and I would write letters to my alien family and tape them up in my window so they could be read from space.
When I was a kid, I thought I was to become part of a secret organization that was to defend the world from aliens. I hope we were not enemies. Or still are...?
so I was adopted at a young age and being as eccentric as I was began to debate the possibility that I was in fact from another planet. I invented my own language(though in my mind I was inventing it so much as remembering it) and I would write letters to my alien family and tape them up in my window so they could be read from space.
When I was a kid, I thought I was to become part of a secret organization that was to defend the world from aliens. I hope we were not enemies. Or still are...?
Congratulations, Scribmite. We've been watching you for a while now, and we've recognized your potential. We want you to join our elite international taskforce dedicated to defending the planet from extraterrestrial threats.
There's just one thing you have to do for us. Don't think of it as initiation, think of it as your first mission. You have uncovered a priority target long thought to have left the system. Eliminate them, and the job is yours.
There's a girl on my team who's paler than me but is half Korean. One day she was complaining to us about how in school, no one knew or believed that she was half Korean, so none of the other Korean kids would let her hang out with them and how much it bugged her.
So before the next game, one of our players is sitting in the locker room and starts saying to the other girl, that today, she's going to get an interception and she's going to dedicate it to all the poor Korean kids that no one believes are Korean, so that more people will understand their hardship.
During the game, she had a ball right where she could pick it, but just missed it. Afterwards she stomps over to us shaking her head in frustration and says, "fuckin' Japanese."
There was a really pale Korean guy I went to high school with who many people called The Asian Caucasian.
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edited October 2009
Child molestation was a pretty big thing in the 80's
On the news all the time and every sitcom from the 80's had at least one very special episode dedicated to child molestation (occasionally involving a main character getting molested and then being sad for the rest of the episode but then getting over it by the next week)
Anyway, because of this, I was deathly afraid of going to overnight camp (which I eventually had to do for school) and was convinced that as soon as I went I would be reamed up the ass. Like it was just part of the posted activities.
8:00 AM- Breakfast
9:00 AM- Nature Walk
10:00 AM- Ass Violation
I remember one fall my dad and I built this fuckin' awesome fort out of cardboard and fallen leaves.
I had all my grass-type Pokemon figurines set up inside of it.
Also when I was really young he made this really cool ice sculpture of a castle, that he colored with food-dye so it was all rainbowey. There was a picture in the newspaper of me helping him shovel the snow out around it!
Child molestation was a pretty big thing in the 80's
On the news all the time and every sitcom from the 80's had at least one very special episode dedicated to child molestation (occasionally involving a main character getting molested and then being sad for the rest of the episode but then getting over it by the next week)
Child molestation was a pretty big thing in the 80's
On the news all the time and every sitcom from the 80's had at least one very special episode dedicated to child molestation (occasionally involving a main character getting molested and then being sad for the rest of the episode but then getting over it by the next week)
Seriously?
That is horrifying.
yeah
it's a trope I believe called "a very special ..."
Child molestation was a pretty big thing in the 80's
On the news all the time and every sitcom from the 80's had at least one very special episode dedicated to child molestation (occasionally involving a main character getting molested and then being sad for the rest of the episode but then getting over it by the next week)
i also used to think that people had a big hall of hair in their head that grew out, and once that was gone, you started going bald
that is disgusting
I'm just picturing a big bundle of hair just right between the cranium and the skin, twisting and gnarled, its shoots going up like some messed up grasshead and I'm like eeuhuuuuuuuurgh
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SwissLionWe are beside ourselves!Registered Userregular
edited October 2009
I am seriously freaked out that someone can have a memory like Alyce's.
I can't remember much besides glimpses of things before around my 16th birthday.
I can remember a lot of things from very young chlidhood.
I even remember a few things from when I was younger than the point where you're supposed to start forming memories.
Like I remember when I was probably about one or so I had a recurring dream where my carseat was in the driver's seat of our car, and the wheels and pedals were operating themselves. It would drive along a long windy road for most of the dream, and then at the end it would come to the grocery store where it stopped abruptly and I went through the windshield and landed in a shopping cart.
Or another dream, when I was about three. At that age I always slept in my mom's bed until my dad got home from work late at night and carried me into my room. One night I had a flu, and I dreamed that the room was filled with these cartoon monkeys that were jumping around and wrecking shit and if one touched you you started to change into one and you fought the transformation by breathing in really deeply and slowly.
Then I woke up, shot bolt-upright, and vomited all over my mom's bed.
I woke up, shot bolt-upright, and vomited all over my mom's bed.
I guffawed
Mine isn't nearly as good as this, but it confuses me to this day.
It's one of the very few dreams I remember even semi-clearly.
Something about a temple made of marble and in this temple there is a room filled with turkish delight or with walls of turkish delight or something.
I frolick in this room for a while, overjoyed by the powdery, squishy deliciousness of it all.
Suddenly I awake, my eyes streaming with tears. I have no idea why.
i remember very little of my childhood except for a few explicitly humiliating experiences and a few that are traumatic
yeah pretty much this
me too!
It's like how you can vividly remember a nightmare years later but any other dream is already half forgotten 5 minutes after you wake up
e: and even some of the stuff I do remember I can't tell if it is because I do remember it or because I have seen a picture of it and think I remember it
I am seriously freaked out that someone can have a memory like Alyce's.
I can't remember much besides glimpses of things before around my 16th birthday.
I am turning 18 in a couple months.
My earliest memory is running around in my red vertical-stripy jammy's the night before my 3rd birthday. I refused to sleep because my dad was making a gigantic green worm cake. It had smarties for eyes.
I'm halfway to 26.
Also when I was a kid I used to have a (different) nightmare every single night until the age of five.
That night I dreamed I was on a inner-tube in our pool and couldn't get out. I could make the tube move from side-to-side inside the pool, but I was stuck. This was bad, because (also sitting in an inner-tube) was a giant green monster and it wanted to eat me. It slowly but sure chased me down in the limited room available in our pool and then proceeded to take a big bite out of my stomach.
It hurt like hell. But then, suddenly... I'd had enough. I wasn't scared anymore... I was incredibly pissed off.
So I chased that bastard down and tore open his stomach.
Then I woke up and I didn't have another nightmare for 8 years.
Not gradually, but instantly at the moment you understood something "properly"
I don't just mean broadened horizons, child-me seemed to think that every iota of information caused drastic changes to someone's personality
Bad people? They'd learned to be evil, they had absorbed some sort of nebulous knowledge that turned them bad
I think I gradually let go of this theory when I realised that I was still me no matter how many new things I learned, but I suspect it was something to do with me horribly misunderstanding the nature/nurture argument
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When I was a kid, I thought I was to become part of a secret organization that was to defend the world from aliens. I hope we were not enemies. Or still are...?
Congratulations, Scribmite. We've been watching you for a while now, and we've recognized your potential. We want you to join our elite international taskforce dedicated to defending the planet from extraterrestrial threats.
There's just one thing you have to do for us. Don't think of it as initiation, think of it as your first mission. You have uncovered a priority target long thought to have left the system. Eliminate them, and the job is yours.
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There was a really pale Korean guy I went to high school with who many people called The Asian Caucasian.
On the news all the time and every sitcom from the 80's had at least one very special episode dedicated to child molestation (occasionally involving a main character getting molested and then being sad for the rest of the episode but then getting over it by the next week)
Anyway, because of this, I was deathly afraid of going to overnight camp (which I eventually had to do for school) and was convinced that as soon as I went I would be reamed up the ass. Like it was just part of the posted activities.
8:00 AM- Breakfast
9:00 AM- Nature Walk
10:00 AM- Ass Violation
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Also the crippling emotional pain of being a social outcast of yet another peer group.
Plus that was when I first learned about pogs.
It was pretty bitchin'
The dental plan is classified, but only because of how fucking awesome it is.
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I had all my grass-type Pokemon figurines set up inside of it.
Also when I was really young he made this really cool ice sculpture of a castle, that he colored with food-dye so it was all rainbowey. There was a picture in the newspaper of me helping him shovel the snow out around it!
http://www.audioentropy.com/
Seriously?
That is horrifying.
yeah
it's a trope I believe called "a very special ..."
Satans..... hints.....
WHAT MIGHT BE RIGHT FOR YOU, MAY NOT BE RIGHT FOR SOME.
A KIDDY FIDLER SHOWS UP, HE'S A MAN OF MEANS
THEN HE SEES ARNOLD, AND HE TAKES OFF HIS JEANS
BUT THEY GOT, DIFF'RENT STROKES
IT TAKES, DIFF'RENT STROKES
IT TAKES, DIFF'RENT STOKES TO COMMIT CHILD MOLESTATION ACTS
Satans..... hints.....
,
a little later, but along the same lines:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zMWzubLILds
Oh god why am I laughing at that
that is disgusting
I'm just picturing a big bundle of hair just right between the cranium and the skin, twisting and gnarled, its shoots going up like some messed up grasshead and I'm like eeuhuuuuuuuurgh
I can't remember much besides glimpses of things before around my 16th birthday.
I am turning 18 in a couple months.
I even remember a few things from when I was younger than the point where you're supposed to start forming memories.
Like I remember when I was probably about one or so I had a recurring dream where my carseat was in the driver's seat of our car, and the wheels and pedals were operating themselves. It would drive along a long windy road for most of the dream, and then at the end it would come to the grocery store where it stopped abruptly and I went through the windshield and landed in a shopping cart.
Or another dream, when I was about three. At that age I always slept in my mom's bed until my dad got home from work late at night and carried me into my room. One night I had a flu, and I dreamed that the room was filled with these cartoon monkeys that were jumping around and wrecking shit and if one touched you you started to change into one and you fought the transformation by breathing in really deeply and slowly.
Then I woke up, shot bolt-upright, and vomited all over my mom's bed.
http://www.audioentropy.com/
yeah pretty much this
I guffawed
Mine isn't nearly as good as this, but it confuses me to this day.
It's one of the very few dreams I remember even semi-clearly.
Something about a temple made of marble and in this temple there is a room filled with turkish delight or with walls of turkish delight or something.
I frolick in this room for a while, overjoyed by the powdery, squishy deliciousness of it all.
Suddenly I awake, my eyes streaming with tears. I have no idea why.
me too!
It's like how you can vividly remember a nightmare years later but any other dream is already half forgotten 5 minutes after you wake up
e: and even some of the stuff I do remember I can't tell if it is because I do remember it or because I have seen a picture of it and think I remember it
My earliest memory is running around in my red vertical-stripy jammy's the night before my 3rd birthday. I refused to sleep because my dad was making a gigantic green worm cake. It had smarties for eyes.
I'm halfway to 26.
Also when I was a kid I used to have a (different) nightmare every single night until the age of five.
That night I dreamed I was on a inner-tube in our pool and couldn't get out. I could make the tube move from side-to-side inside the pool, but I was stuck. This was bad, because (also sitting in an inner-tube) was a giant green monster and it wanted to eat me. It slowly but sure chased me down in the limited room available in our pool and then proceeded to take a big bite out of my stomach.
It hurt like hell. But then, suddenly... I'd had enough. I wasn't scared anymore... I was incredibly pissed off.
So I chased that bastard down and tore open his stomach.
Then I woke up and I didn't have another nightmare for 8 years.
STEAM
the hell is with all these 13 year olds
...
Crap...
I'm halfway to 26 in that my 26th birthday is 6 or so months away...
I am forever 13 on the internet now I guess. Maybe I should go work for Chris Hansen.
STEAM
come to me
Not gradually, but instantly at the moment you understood something "properly"
I don't just mean broadened horizons, child-me seemed to think that every iota of information caused drastic changes to someone's personality
Bad people? They'd learned to be evil, they had absorbed some sort of nebulous knowledge that turned them bad
I think I gradually let go of this theory when I realised that I was still me no matter how many new things I learned, but I suspect it was something to do with me horribly misunderstanding the nature/nurture argument