When I was a kid, we had this gnome. It suddenly appeared in our garden one day. My Dad said he didn't know where it came from but really he just picked up from somewhere. It scared the fuck out of me.
At night, he would move it into really weird places in the garden, like lodged in the branches of our apple tree. My friends and I were scared shitless of that thing. We had no idea my Dad was moving it about. We would all constantly have nightmares involving it. The most vivid dreams I can remember involved that fucking gnome. None of ever considered that somebody might actually be moving the thing.
I can remember us coming up with plans to try and get this gnome sent back to hell, where it belonged. One plan involved getting a gnome from one of my friend's garden and place it mine, with the aim of making the gnomes cancel each other out. I think another involved taking away its fishing rod, as it could be the key to its evil powers.
Eventually one of us saw my Dad moving it and we all could finally get a good nights sleep.
i had no idea what gay meant until i was like 12 or 13
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I often believed that I was adopted, because there was no way I could be related to these people.
I also often had a belief that my family only acted like my family to keep up appearances. As if I wasn't actually a part of the family, but I was given to them and they were being watched, so they had to act like it. Like, almost Truman Show-esque, but this was years and years before Jim Carrey was even a recognized name.
When I was a kid, we had this gnome. It suddenly appeared in our garden one day. My Dad said he didn't know where it came from but really he just picked up from somewhere. It scared the fuck out of me.
At night, he would move it into really weird places in the garden, like lodged in the branches of our apple tree. My friends and I were scared shitless of that thing. We had no idea my Dad was moving it about. We would all constantly have nightmares involving it. The most vivid dreams I can remember involved that fucking gnome. None of ever considered that somebody might actually be moving the thing.
I can remember us coming up with plans to try and get this gnome sent back to hell, where it belonged. One plan involved getting a gnome from one of my friend's garden and place it mine, with the aim of making the gnomes cancel each other out. I think another involved taking away its fishing rod, as it could be the key to its evil powers.
Eventually one of us saw my Dad moving it and we all could finally get a good nights sleep.
hahaha
your dad was kind of a dick
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I actively learned how to speak with slang and not too correct, and how to not use complicated words in my speech patterns, so other kids wouldn't ridicule me for it.
I also practiced the German "r" sound in front of a mirror for 2 weeks, because the Croatian "r" sound was different.
Ah, the things you do to fit in..
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when i looked at spanish writing on boxes and stuff, i'd recognize words as similar so probably the same but they'd be at the end of the sentence as opposed to the beginning
i thought they were just being dicks to spanish people and making shit harder to read by putting the words there backwards
There was an episode of Family Matters (before the introduction of Steve Urkel mind you)
I don't recall this show ever not having Urkel. That's weird.
Also, I used to imagine that I had a spirit buddy, and would compete with him on stuff.
Well there was definitely a time before he was the center of every plotline and the show was actually about the family. In this episode the dad was depressed because he felt responsible for the guy dying.
i used to think that the world was sooooo big and has so many people that somewhere there was someone who looked exactly like me, behaved exactly like me and was for all intents and purposes me
somewhere else in the world
just as a matter of probability
like, 6 billion people? psssh there's gotta be a nigh-clone
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I used to construct elaborate fictional universes, as well as add-ons to existing fictional universes. I created my own Star Wars trilogy and my own Transformers series, and additionally created an entire superhero comic universe.
I still do that actually.
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i used to think that the world was sooooo big and has so many people that somewhere there was someone who looked exactly like me, behaved exactly like me and was for all intents and purposes me
somewhere else in the world
just as a matter of probability
like, 6 billion people? psssh there's gotta be a nigh-clone
i used to think that the world was sooooo big and has so many people that somewhere there was someone who looked exactly like me, behaved exactly like me and was for all intents and purposes me
somewhere else in the world
just as a matter of probability
like, 6 billion people? psssh there's gotta be a nigh-clone
Like the japanese hank hill
Except he was a half-brother
That's quite different from a random dude looking and acting just like you
i used to think that the world was sooooo big and has so many people that somewhere there was someone who looked exactly like me, behaved exactly like me and was for all intents and purposes me
somewhere else in the world
just as a matter of probability
like, 6 billion people? psssh there's gotta be a nigh-clone
I used to think this as well
And wondered how many people were thinking about the exact same thing I was at any moment
I doubted the supernatural
but I was too young to really go through with it and I entertained the notion that it could still be real, maybe
I wasn't so much afraid of something as I was of disrespecting it and offending it if it did exist
I'd be in bed and I'd hear a noise and be all "it's probably nothing" but then I'd hear another noise and start thinking "okay that might be a ghost that's cool ghosts are fine by me I have no problem with ghosts"
Every time my ears would ring or I heard hear the buzzing you hear when it's really silent right before I fell asleep, I was almost sure that it was some form of robotic implant put in me by aliens that would one day summon me back to them in some form, or maybe I was a sleeper agent and I didn't know it.
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Instead, you ended up carrying moonbeams home in a jar.
some days, I think I still am
why else would you fly when you could take a boat!
aren't we all
At night, he would move it into really weird places in the garden, like lodged in the branches of our apple tree. My friends and I were scared shitless of that thing. We had no idea my Dad was moving it about. We would all constantly have nightmares involving it. The most vivid dreams I can remember involved that fucking gnome. None of ever considered that somebody might actually be moving the thing.
I can remember us coming up with plans to try and get this gnome sent back to hell, where it belonged. One plan involved getting a gnome from one of my friend's garden and place it mine, with the aim of making the gnomes cancel each other out. I think another involved taking away its fishing rod, as it could be the key to its evil powers.
Eventually one of us saw my Dad moving it and we all could finally get a good nights sleep.
a lot
I continually told myself I would need these skills someday
Stuff like "activate feet-walk forwards-turn right-greet friend"
It was fun!
I also often had a belief that my family only acted like my family to keep up appearances. As if I wasn't actually a part of the family, but I was given to them and they were being watched, so they had to act like it. Like, almost Truman Show-esque, but this was years and years before Jim Carrey was even a recognized name.
your dad was kind of a dick
I think I thought this too
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I also practiced the German "r" sound in front of a mirror for 2 weeks, because the Croatian "r" sound was different.
Ah, the things you do to fit in..
I don't recall this show ever not having Urkel. That's weird.
Also, I used to imagine that I had a spirit buddy, and would compete with him on stuff.
when i looked at spanish writing on boxes and stuff, i'd recognize words as similar so probably the same but they'd be at the end of the sentence as opposed to the beginning
i thought they were just being dicks to spanish people and making shit harder to read by putting the words there backwards
woah
Well there was definitely a time before he was the center of every plotline and the show was actually about the family. In this episode the dad was depressed because he felt responsible for the guy dying.
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I believe that means your a sociopath
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thinking about it, though?
I used to be unable to comprehend how somebody who was far away from me was having their own thoughts their head
I had a problem with this too
I just couldn't manage to try hard enough.
somewhere else in the world
just as a matter of probability
like, 6 billion people? psssh there's gotta be a nigh-clone
I still do that actually.
Like the japanese hank hill
Except he was a half-brother
That's quite different from a random dude looking and acting just like you
All mech games became training in order be the most excellent Gundam pilot
how could they not choose me
I used to think this as well
And wondered how many people were thinking about the exact same thing I was at any moment
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Man I still do this
but I was too young to really go through with it and I entertained the notion that it could still be real, maybe
I wasn't so much afraid of something as I was of disrespecting it and offending it if it did exist
I'd be in bed and I'd hear a noise and be all "it's probably nothing" but then I'd hear another noise and start thinking "okay that might be a ghost that's cool ghosts are fine by me I have no problem with ghosts"
I believed this enough to still continue to take Kendo classes.
I mean, it helped that kid in that John Hopkins university
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