(So I have absolutely no idea why I'm sharing it on social media).
Here we go:
One of my experiences are about Maladaptive Daydreaming. I have this. Which means I dream up very detailed stories. I have a type of story I make up.
You know, how when you watch a movie, or read a...
regularly and there's a female friend also there. She's very attractive, has a great personality and even geekier than I am, and I wouldn't mind if we started something more. Or so I thought...
She's amazing and would fit me when it comes to hobbies, interests, etc, and her...
a bowl of Cheerios
I just like to make people laugh and smile one unique thing about me when I'm sad or crying I don't stay in that mood for long my friends always get me laughing again and I'm always looking at the positive side of things I'd rather be weird any day them be...
because I'd accidentally smushed it a bit trying to get it out of my face, and I thought it'd be more merciful to bring upon a quick and easy death than to let it die slowly in pain. Now I feel sick in the stomach for having killed a life, even though it was just a fly...
Me: just laying in bed
Him: mmm, nothing else?
Me: I'm eating cereal.
Him: what would You do if I were in bed next to you
Me: eat my cereal
Him: what would you do if you didn't have the bowl of cereal?
Me: get up, and get a bowl of cereal.
understand me and neither do my parents. I bottle up my feelings and wear a mask to show my emotions, I am not emo though. My favorite color is pink and I love peppermint mochas. I wear sweaters and combat boots and I don't give a damn.
and I say to myself "Wynnie you need to get up and take a shower!" So I start growling/moaning and slowly lift my body up and then I just throw my body and flop on the floor and crawl in a ball and mumble "I caaaannnnnntttttt . . ." I guarantee I'm the laziest person ever
It's like: I'm the nicest rude person you'll ever meet. I don't give a **** about anything, but in the same time I care about a lot. I hate people but I develop crushes easily. I hate myself but I'm completely fabulous. I need help. :D
"Hey Joey, line 396 is open, three teenagers in the dark want to talk to some ghost or something"
"I'm gonna prank them so hard"
"I'm gonna say I'm Satan"
"JOEY THIS IS WHY THEY MADE A ****** MOVIE ABOUT US"
:) It was kind of a weird experience because I just wouldn't bleed. Two nurses came over and confirmed that the needle was directly in my vein, but no blood was going into it. They pulled the needle out and no blood came out even then. They were completely baffled. One nurse...
eyebrows to be so perfect?" to which I say, "Girls."
Yes, it actually happened. A girl wanted to do my makeup and she also did my eyebrows, and now I try to keep them that way because she said, quote: "Perfection."
If that doesn't prove my weirdness, I don't know what will. :p
and there were only two other colleagues in the office with me.
They were getting ready to leave when I realised all had gone quiet.
I looked up from my screen to see the two of them looking down at their phones, just standing still and silent.
They were so still.... that...
I LOVE it. Weird people are the interesting people, the people who dream, the people who stand out. I could not handle being normal. In fact, I don't trust normal. It makes me uncomfortable. I would much rather be around the people that society is wary of for being different...