Mildly Interesting Life Stories About Yourself
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Thought I'd make this thread after a discussion with a friend last night when we were talking about stuff. Does anyone have any non-obvious or mildly interesting events in their life that wouldn't be apparent from a first glance?
Here's mine:
I didn't know how to talk (properly, I could make sounds) until I was seven years old.
Nobody could figure out was wrong with me. In kindergarten, I had to let a girl tie my shoes for me because I was the only one that couldn't figure it out. I was floundering in the first grade too. Doctor told my mom she was never going to be able to hold a conversation with me, and they were getting ready to send me to the Special Education track of classes. They were also told they would have to put me in assisted living once I got through high school. The official verdict or whatever was that I was a 6-7 year old with the mind of a 3-4 year old.
They put me through a bunch of tests. Including one of those tests where they put all the nodes on your head. Couldn't catch anything. My mom then noticed I was having staring spells, but couldn't see it happening while at the hospital, so she borrowed a Polaroid camera, and snapped a pic of me during one of the spells. They were treating her like shit and telling her she was seeing things up to this point. Another doctor saw it and went "oh shit, I recognize that".
To compress this part of the story, they found out I was having a form of seizures where I would blank out The way it was roughly explained is for every six words you said to me, I would only process about one of them. They forced my mom to take blood tests weekly to even give me the medication to treat it because we were on welfare (having been various states of homeless and at this time, living with our grandma) and the drug had high street value (assholes) and the asshole of a principal claimed she was going to use it herself (if my mom was any more square, she could have done a one-woman play of the entire Happy Days cast minus Fonz)
Over a length of time I finally learned how to talk, and went from near the rock bottom of my class to near the top in grades.
Due to this I'm really self aware of how my voice sounds. I mumble my words a bit, probably because everyone had much more practice during critial brain development periods, and talking takes specific effort for me to do, so I'll get "lazy" and jam my words together. So this is why I tend to not stream my voice on Twitch.
It also meant the only consistent bad dream I've had during my whole life is one where I'm not able to talk anymore. Flowers for Algernon freaked me out when I was younger because of that. If you've read that book, you'll understand why, and if you haven't, go read it because stating why would spoil it for you!
tl;dr I've become a programmer, and traveled the world. According to the docs, I shouldn't have even left the premises of assisted living facility for the past 20 years. I WIN FUCKERS
Here's mine:
I didn't know how to talk (properly, I could make sounds) until I was seven years old.
Nobody could figure out was wrong with me. In kindergarten, I had to let a girl tie my shoes for me because I was the only one that couldn't figure it out. I was floundering in the first grade too. Doctor told my mom she was never going to be able to hold a conversation with me, and they were getting ready to send me to the Special Education track of classes. They were also told they would have to put me in assisted living once I got through high school. The official verdict or whatever was that I was a 6-7 year old with the mind of a 3-4 year old.
They put me through a bunch of tests. Including one of those tests where they put all the nodes on your head. Couldn't catch anything. My mom then noticed I was having staring spells, but couldn't see it happening while at the hospital, so she borrowed a Polaroid camera, and snapped a pic of me during one of the spells. They were treating her like shit and telling her she was seeing things up to this point. Another doctor saw it and went "oh shit, I recognize that".
To compress this part of the story, they found out I was having a form of seizures where I would blank out The way it was roughly explained is for every six words you said to me, I would only process about one of them. They forced my mom to take blood tests weekly to even give me the medication to treat it because we were on welfare (having been various states of homeless and at this time, living with our grandma) and the drug had high street value (assholes) and the asshole of a principal claimed she was going to use it herself (if my mom was any more square, she could have done a one-woman play of the entire Happy Days cast minus Fonz)
Over a length of time I finally learned how to talk, and went from near the rock bottom of my class to near the top in grades.
Due to this I'm really self aware of how my voice sounds. I mumble my words a bit, probably because everyone had much more practice during critial brain development periods, and talking takes specific effort for me to do, so I'll get "lazy" and jam my words together. So this is why I tend to not stream my voice on Twitch.
It also meant the only consistent bad dream I've had during my whole life is one where I'm not able to talk anymore. Flowers for Algernon freaked me out when I was younger because of that. If you've read that book, you'll understand why, and if you haven't, go read it because stating why would spoil it for you!
tl;dr I've become a programmer, and traveled the world. According to the docs, I shouldn't have even left the premises of assisted living facility for the past 20 years. I WIN FUCKERS
I was seventeen and I was at a Halloween 'party' with a couple of my friends. I put party in quotes because it was really me and Eight other people playing games and getting high. So, what happened was is that my friend lives in the fucking country right and his folks like to leave their doors open at night. It's like 2AM and I run to take a piss and right as I come out there's a fucking deer inside my friend's kitchen. I shit you not. I think I'm high as fuck that I'm seeing shit, but I walked up to the deer and touched it. It was all chill and was cool about the whole thing.
I go back to my friends room and tell him the whole thing and we all go back upstairs. Sure enough the deer's there but what I didn't notice before was that it's leg was cut, bleeding. The girls freaking out over the deer dying, I call the cops and tell them about it. So we had to wait 30 minutes for the cops to arrive. They get there, go "oh shit." Because they didn't believe us about the deer so we had to wait ANOTHER hour for the animal control dudes to show up. By that time my friend, who owns the house, had already patched up the feer's leg so the bleeding would stop. Deer was cool about the whole thing up until Animal Control showed up.
Next day, we get a call back from animal control and they told us the deer's gonna be fine. So we spent the day after cleaning shit. Fun little weekend.
I go back to my friends room and tell him the whole thing and we all go back upstairs. Sure enough the deer's there but what I didn't notice before was that it's leg was cut, bleeding. The girls freaking out over the deer dying, I call the cops and tell them about it. So we had to wait 30 minutes for the cops to arrive. They get there, go "oh shit." Because they didn't believe us about the deer so we had to wait ANOTHER hour for the animal control dudes to show up. By that time my friend, who owns the house, had already patched up the feer's leg so the bleeding would stop. Deer was cool about the whole thing up until Animal Control showed up.
Next day, we get a call back from animal control and they told us the deer's gonna be fine. So we spent the day after cleaning shit. Fun little weekend.
Depends on how you phrase the word "interesting"....
So once upon a time I "borrowed" a vehicle that was not registered in my name and drove for months around an state without insurance. It gets better trust. I'm out here "noticing things" of varying degrees that include independent street philanthropy, pharamacy distribution, and other assorted acts of courageousness. Anywhoo, I wind up getting into a car accident on my last day at work before I am due to head to college. Police officer is in the process of arresting me when I talk my way out of it. I then proceed to head off to a court date without going to a hospital mind you. Only problem is I bring two licenses and decide to skip court. Now there's a warrant out for my arrest and I am on the run. It gets better trust. I wind up at a firehouse where I ditch my glasses going incognito thinking no one will notice me. This sorta works as I make it through the town and trek back to where the job is. I run into my friend and fellow employees conveniently leaving out the on the run part. Long story short I flee wherever I'm at after grabbing clothes and decide spur of the moment to just get on the bus and go to college. College is 5 days away by bus in across states. The impressive part is I made it out alive and avoided jail time for multiple things on multiple occassions. Shout to me for being me.
I've a got a better more acceptable story but saving it for later.
So once upon a time I "borrowed" a vehicle that was not registered in my name and drove for months around an state without insurance. It gets better trust. I'm out here "noticing things" of varying degrees that include independent street philanthropy, pharamacy distribution, and other assorted acts of courageousness. Anywhoo, I wind up getting into a car accident on my last day at work before I am due to head to college. Police officer is in the process of arresting me when I talk my way out of it. I then proceed to head off to a court date without going to a hospital mind you. Only problem is I bring two licenses and decide to skip court. Now there's a warrant out for my arrest and I am on the run. It gets better trust. I wind up at a firehouse where I ditch my glasses going incognito thinking no one will notice me. This sorta works as I make it through the town and trek back to where the job is. I run into my friend and fellow employees conveniently leaving out the on the run part. Long story short I flee wherever I'm at after grabbing clothes and decide spur of the moment to just get on the bus and go to college. College is 5 days away by bus in across states. The impressive part is I made it out alive and avoided jail time for multiple things on multiple occassions. Shout to me for being me.
I've a got a better more acceptable story but saving it for later.