After watching an anime I act sorta like the main character does for like a week or two.
[QUOTE=Funley;46904645]When playing games, I like to narrate my playing like I was making a lets-play.[/QUOTE]
In a similar vein, I like to rant about as if I was actually the character I'm playing as, like in some bootleg X's Mind series.
[QUOTE=Pastel;46908437]After watching an anime I act sorta like the main character does for like a week or two.[/QUOTE]
I'm pretty sure this is a legitimate psychological phenomenon. Not to the point of absurdity, but I have noticed that whenever I binge watch something like Top Gear, I find myself making those sorts of jokes to myself. British TV in general. The same is the case for pretty much any media I consume.
I don't think I'll ever find a long lasting love. I don't think I'm meant for it.
I'm 15 and I am extremely self conscious of my generations idiocy :suicide:
fuck it, snip
I talk to my cats, television, and furniture, sometimes asking them questions and expecting responses for a few seconds.
I frequently imagine fictional conversations and arguments and what my responses would be in these situations.
If someone on tv says something with unusual emphasis or in an odd accent I will occasionally imitate it out loud without thinking, I don't know why.
When I get my own apartment/house/whatever the first thing I'm doing after I move in is to buy some sorta princess gown and wear it around the house for the fuck of it.
[editline]boop[/editline]
I'm talking about some huge poofy frilly thing too, anything else is boring as fuck. If I'm gonna wear a dress, I'm going all out.
[QUOTE=Gar92;46904456]I sing Phil Collins in the shower in the mornings going to work :dance:
[IMG]http://images5.fanpop.com/image/photos/31500000/Phil-Collins-Live-phil-collins-31529481-339-430.jpg[/IMG][/QUOTE]
FUCK YEAH
BITCH
Seriously, I was exposed to him at a young age and tunes like In the Air Tonight, Don't Care Anymore, Another Day in Paradise and the like really hold a special place in my heart.
I'm optimistic
I have severe anxiety
I have Anxiety, ADHD, and Asbergers
Actually now that I think about it, the dress I'd get probably wouldn't be a princess gown type thing. One with a short skirt with a bunch of petticoats under it is more my speed. Bell-petticoats though, the regular ones are sorta boring looking
I have aspergers
I shot a man in Reno.
When I go in the bathroom and look at the mirror I feel the urge to amuse myself by making stupid faces.
I yell at the TV occasionally when something on it pisses me off and I'm alone.
I sing to the radio in the car when I'm alone if I know the words to the song sometimes. I straight up sang Bohemian Rhapsody the other day in its entirety on the way to get some things from the shop because it came on the radio.
I feel a compulsive need to keep the characters names "canon" in a game where you get to name your Player character/team (Earthbound comes to mind).
I tend to sexualize any characters I play as in a video game :(
[editline]12th January 2015[/editline]
I got pimp eyes for everything, fucking porn.
If I gave my left nut for something, I wouldn't have any testicals left :(
[QUOTE=mikester112;46904301]When I'm alone I shadowbox even though I know absolutely nothing about boxing.[/QUOTE]
Same here, except I'm actually into boxing.
i keep thinking up music video ideas for songs i like
I try to be as open as possible about myself:
I talk to everyone about psychology and I'm interested in my own psychology as well, because I don't feel like I understand myself completely.
I have PTSD, but that's sort of weird to say today because everyone and their dog claims to have it.
At least I didn't self-diagnose v:v:v
I've forgotten most of my childhood (I don't know what cartoons I watched etc) so I have to rely on my mom and others to remember it.
I have the edgiest fucking dreams. I keep dreaming about beating up or killing my closest friends that I have nothing against.
In those dreams I'm really angry for no reason, and I feel that my actions are justified.
Sort of absurd when I wake up, though the anger carries over for a while until I'm really awake and realizes how weird and wrong it is.
As a kid I said I would [B]never[/B] smoke or drink. A teacher told me that I would never be able to stand against peer pressure for things like that.
I'm not sure if that was reverse psychology or some shit, because that just ignited an iron will in me.
I've yet to drink alcohol or smoke anything at my current age of 21. Wasn't peer pressure supposed to be a tough thing? Everyone's so accepting of it :v:
"want to go to the bar and take a drink?"
"No, I don't drink"
"They also sell hot chocolate and stuff"
I tend to hallucinate about spiders. I have an irrational fear of spiders, which also connects to the events around my PTSD. So I suppose the hallucination part of PTSD somehow just got stuck to that.
I wake up now and then from sleep, jumping to the other side of the room because I'm convinced a spider was just on my face or anywhere else.
Also, I need to change my current curtains because they have patterns that a sleepy mind can interpret as spiders.
I always sleep with my eyes open. I get so many comments about that from classmates and friends.
In contrast to this, I love taking [url=https://farm6.staticflickr.com/5495/9681727246_208e4f237b_k.jpg]photographs[/url] [url=https://farm4.staticflickr.com/3865/14182097458_6a08948068_k.jpg]of[/url] [url=https://farm8.staticflickr.com/7435/14019774125_5ff7e05544_k.jpg]spiders.[/url]
My PTSD has a pretty common cause which is family violence.
My father was pretty violent, and would threaten to kill my mom and us a lot of times.
He's broken my moms arm in front of me, locked us in the attic and threatened to set the house on fire, thrown and locked me down in the basement (with no lights) and told me there was a huge spider down there (hence the spider stuff), and other things.
My mother was afraid to end the relationship but eventually managed to.
My case of PTSD caused me to be very aggressive and afraid as a kid, which was the reason why I had to go to an orphanage. Orphanages in Norway take in psychologically scarred kids and help them.
When I lived in an orphanage, a couple of the boys there would, well, get intimate with eachother. And they wanted me in on it, which I promptly refused. (I was very young at that age, 9 or 10)
One of them ended up telling the administration about it, and for some reason decided to tell them that [I]I was a part of it[/I].
I didn't have the balls to talk to the administration about how it was false, because I didn't want to talk about icky stuff like that at that age, so that false story might still be in some logs somewhere. Which really creeps me out.
My mom always used to tell me "What doesn't kill you makes you stronger".
[QUOTE=paul simon;46909145]I try to be as open as possible about myself:
I talk to everyone about psychology and I'm interested in my own psychology as well, because I don't feel like I understand myself completely.
I have PTSD, but that's sort of weird to say today because everyone and their dog claims to have it.
At least I didn't self-diagnose v:v:v
I've forgotten most of my childhood (I don't know what cartoons I watched etc) so I have to rely on my mom and others to remember it.
I have the edgiest fucking dreams. I keep dreaming about beating up or killing my closest friends that I have nothing against.
In those dreams I'm really angry for no reason, and I feel that my actions are justified.
Sort of absurd when I wake up, though the anger carries over for a while until I'm really awake and realizes how weird and wrong it is.
As a kid I said I would [B]never[/B] smoke or drink. A teacher told me that I would never be able to stand against peer pressure for things like that.
I'm not sure if that was reverse psychology or some shit, because that just ignited an iron will in me.
I've yet to drink alcohol or smoke anything at my current age of 21. Wasn't peer pressure supposed to be a tough thing? Everyone's so accepting of it :v:
"want to go to the bar and take a drink?"
"No, I don't drink"
"They also sell hot chocolate and stuff"
I tend to hallucinate about spiders. I have an irrational fear of spiders, which also connects to the events around my PTSD. So I suppose the hallucination part of PTSD somehow just got stuck to that.
I wake up now and then from sleep, jumping to the other side of the room because I'm convinced a spider was just on my face or anywhere else.
Also, I need to change my current curtains because they have patterns that a sleepy mind can interpret as spiders.
I always sleep with my eyes open. I get so many comments about that from classmates and friends.
In contrast to this, I love taking [URL="https://farm6.staticflickr.com/5495/9681727246_208e4f237b_k.jpg"]photographs[/URL] [URL="https://farm4.staticflickr.com/3865/14182097458_6a08948068_k.jpg"]of[/URL] [URL="https://farm8.staticflickr.com/7435/14019774125_5ff7e05544_k.jpg"]spiders.[/URL]
My PTSD has a pretty common cause which is family violence.
My father was pretty violent, and would threaten to kill my mom and us a lot of times.
He's broken my moms arm in front of me, locked us in the attic and threatened to set the house on fire, thrown and locked me down in the basement (with no lights) and told me there was a huge spider down there (hence the spider stuff), and other things.
My mother was afraid to end the relationship but eventually managed to.
My case of PTSD caused me to be very aggressive and afraid as a kid, which was the reason why I had to go to an orphanage. Orphanages in Norway take in psychologically scarred kids and help them.
When I lived in an orphanage, a couple of the boys there would, well, get intimate with eachother. And they wanted me in on it, which I promptly refused. (I was very young at that age, 9 or 10)
One of them ended up telling the administration about it, and for some reason decided to tell them that [I]I was a part of it[/I].
I didn't have the balls to talk to the administration about how it was false, because I didn't want to talk about icky stuff like that at that age, so that false story might still be in some logs somewhere. Which really creeps me out.
My mom always used to tell me "What doesn't kill you makes you stronger".[/QUOTE]
Sounds like a harsh life, but I think you're doing well for yourself. Good for you!
I go on Reddit
Sorry
every time i have to punch in a code to unlock something i usually sing it while keying it in, which means i'm not going to be getting any high security jobs anytime soon
When taking classes, I prefer to sit near the back, and while I take notes (really, I do), I also doodle in the margins to keep myself entertained and awake.
Sometimes these doodles are far from... Work safe. In fact, they're rather commonly raunchy in nature.
I hate it when people ask to see my notes. I'm running out of excuses.
I am completely and utterly psychotic, my best friend isn't real.
ive masturbated to loli
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I get lonely when the rest of my family goes to bed so I stay up until 4-5AM everynight trying to fill that hole by playing on my computer.
[editline]12th January 2015[/editline]
Also consuming alcohol and drugs while playing on my computer.
[editline]12th January 2015[/editline]
I also sometimes hear voices, and see things that aren't real (For example I've seen a single blue eye pop out of a wall, rotate to look at me and then disappear several times).
[QUOTE=paul simon;46909145]I tend to hallucinate about spiders. I have an irrational fear of spiders, which also connects to the events around my PTSD. So I suppose the hallucination part of PTSD somehow just got stuck to that.
I wake up now and then from sleep, jumping to the other side of the room because I'm convinced a spider was just on my face or anywhere else.
Also, I need to change my current curtains because they have patterns that a sleepy mind can interpret as spiders.[/QUOTE]
Holy shit, I do that too
I don't think I have PTSD, though
A few months ago, I had an experience where a daddy longlegs literally jumped in my face, so I flailed and thrashed like a monkey on PCP to get it off
To this day, I question if this actually happened, or it was just a hallucination, since daddy longlegs obviously can't jump
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