Interesting to read about familiar people here.
I was the funny, class clown in my younger years, but when i got older people didnt "get" my humor as much, and they called me dumb. I tend to
believe people, im gullible i guess, too trusting, so i thought they were right.
But i absolutly hated being called dumb, I got so angry, they couldn`t be right could they?
Then i realized they they just dont see things in my perspective, and i noticed that they were bad at many things that i was good at. So I finaly
remembered that im not at all dumb.
What convinced me was that when i try, im one of the best. I can get super score\grades if i want. But for some reason i seldom try anymore..
probably because of my depressions witch i have always come and gone.
When i was a kid (4-5?) before school starts, i learned english, (im norwegian) and a little german, and i could speak and understand MANY dialects,
in both norwegian and swedish.
I could read and write before school started.
I loved to categorize things, so i loved looking at pictures of all the different flags of the world, and all the traffic signs, and lookin in the
atlas, car names and logos for products and companies.
Always had few but good friends all from very different social classes. (rich, poor, smart, mischievous, sporty, nerdy, shy, outspoken etc) They dont
hang out with eachother, i dont think they like eachother as a matter of fact (just a few do.) I like the way they are all intelligent in their own
I was and still is, member of all the groups, hanging out a little here and a little there. This has led me to have a little identity crisis.
I am social but tend to suck at talking to people unless they speak to me first. And i love a good conversation.
Im not very patient.
I am agnostic atheist.
I think i have a very good memory. But i dont know how other peoples memories are so i cant compare, i just feel that its good.
Have been told that i over-analyze stuff
Make most decisions on gut-feeling, and thats proven to work out good.
I hate reading books, i cant read half a page without erupting in a spasmic seazure of yawning. But it seems it doesnt happen when i read things
online, (as long as its not the length of a book.)
For some reason i find it irresistable to read newspapers from the last page, working my way to the first page. Online i noticed that i like starting
at the bottom, going up, (unless im reading something that starts at the top.)
Two handed. I used to write with either hand, but had to focus on one hand when school started. (i choose the right hand). But i throw best with my
I cant do math. Im lousy, lousy, lousy. I have problems realizing when it is my turn if we play cards or such. I can use long time in front of the
mirror (when im getting ready to go somewhere) or in the shop, even though i have people waiting for me. I seem to think that time stops and they have
just waited for a sec, even though i used 30 minutes.
I think that i will never, ever, understand other humans
Strong hatred for injustice, unfairness, arroganse and evil people.
I never apologize for things i do or say, (unless i realy feel that i have made a mistake on the matter. it happens to the best )
Hope you found this funny or interesting.