Germany. It's up to the doctors when you can leave the hospital. You can leave early but then you are responsible for secondary failures and it can cause trouble with your health insurance.Originally Posted by lump
Germany. It's up to the doctors when you can leave the hospital. You can leave early but then you are responsible for secondary failures and it can cause trouble with your health insurance.
@WinnieW rest well
Thank you.
I mustn't lift heavy weights until the end of this year anyway... So I guess I'll take it slow for the next two weeks.
You missed my charming sarcastic wit. I'm right, aren't I?
I miss you less make out now
No i miss you. Not your wit. It's you. So let's make out now.Thank you.
I mustn't lift heavy weights until the end of this year anyway... So I guess I'll take it slow for the next two weeks.
You missed my charming sarcastic wit. I'm right, aren't I?
Whenever I'm about to sneeze I impulsively shut my nasal passageways and so it never really goes off. Must be my super-ego. I have a really strong super-egoi wish my Id would let my sneeze be free!~
Even though Extroverts thereotically have more energy than introverts...
Intuitive extroverts are so fucking slow... it hurts.
I walk really fast, like my comfortable walking pace is years above any ENxx type who is more casual and is less physically uh ansty.
Whenever I go shopping, I basically limit everything i have to look at by just guessing whether something seems relevant to what I want to buy so I basically will leave a shop in 5 minutes if I get that it'll be a shit place to shop.
Not so much for my Dad and brother, one being LIE and the other some Ne type.... they like to take their time, trying to justify buying ANYTHING and autistically stare at an item for 10 minutes as if imagining it in their heads would make it even more buyable. I was so fucking impatient with them ... I just want to move move move, get things done. And they just wanna lounge around and stare at things.
I dunno why I am so antsy and physically tense, I have to constantly move or else I get depressed and feel restrained. So if you're a slow shopper please don't ever come with me I will leave you to die unless you can actually make conversation with me while we're doing it.
Maybe I just have ADHD?! Or maybe I'm just very negativist and have high standards with what things I consider buying. Maybe I'm on meth...
I have a computer card which lays untested since 2009 year.
I did some training to be a pilot but ended up afraid of flying instead.
I've run a 15k.
I've gotten high off of a bunch of weird legal drugs, including nutmeg, lsa, and dxm (and regretted it).
I was seen as a nation-tier musical prodigy in my teen years.
Maps are my favorite form of art.
Within 3 months of learning to program I eliminated a 30-35 hour a week job.
I once fell off stairs and hit my eye socket square on a bowling ball.
For whatever reason when I was a kid I'd innocently draw pictures of demons and demand people hang them up in their workplace.
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It seems like I can focus very little auditorily, like any more than one stream of sound at a time will basically kill my ability to make conversation or interpret anything, it's so annoying.
Some people's voices actually feel oppressive and hurt my ability to feel pleasant and think good thoughts.
People with nagging voices? You just have to put up with it if they're colleagues. Elephant guns are not recommended as a solution.
Yea basically :c People with condescending and sarcastic voices too... sometimes I just sigh and nod and then remain quiet and do what they say without a word... since I don't wanna provoke anything else out of them and make everyone suffer even more.
A couple of years back I had a quasi-holy experience involving cows and mdma.
When I was a child, everyday at breakfast I'd take a slice of cheese and break it into little parts, then sort them from smallest to biggest. Then eat them starting from the smallest
I have a weird drinking method and weird eating method
Drinking method
- Instead of putting my lips on the tip, i put the whole opening of the bottle inside my mouth
Eating candy method - i suck it like a lollipop 🍭 i don't put it inside my mouth.. And sip it inside like normal people... I hold the candy and lick it and play it in my mouth
I came VERY close to drowning when I was a kid. I was at was at somebody else's house and I fell into the deep end of the pool when I didn't yet know how to swim. I panicked like shit underwater until I was pulled up by a babysitter who luckily just happened to be there. When I finally got to the surface I remember feeling numbness across my body, like how when you fall asleep while sitting upwards and your foot gets numb from the lack of circulation, but with your whole body instead.
If it weren't for that babysitter being there I'd probably be dead.
I'm the first generation in my family with academic education. (Hmm. Should I rephrase my statement?)
I'm actually shy type..
I'm a combination of shy and shameless.
There are times I'm really shy..
But there's also times i have no shy, nor shame.
--->
List of my major injuries so far, all of them extremely bizarre and evidence of tremendous stupidity:
- As a kid I once fell over after rocking my chair backwards and forwards in a reckless manner. Falling, I entirely bit through the spot under my lower lip with my front teeth. After getting stitches at the hospital I could not eat food of err... substance for two weeks. I still have a small scar from the incident, and yell at people not sitting properly on their chair.
- Another child story. Climbing grandma's glossy table in her living room I slipped and crashed into a radiator from above. Diagnosis: severe injury of the right heel. I had to wear arch supports for two months
- Carrying a giant laundry bag downstairs I underestimated how smooth the soles of my indoor slippers were. On the last stair (!) I fell, my tailbone receiving the most damage of the collapse. Miraculously, my ass was fine, just my back gave me a mind-numbing sting. It was only bruised but hurt like someone was ripping the spine out of my bodyI was crying and rolled around in bed for the rest of the day.
- Preparing for my A-levels I developed tendonitis from too much writing. Likely with the wrong pen, the wrong position, I don't know. It would strike all of a sudden after a long day with a slight pinching feel around my wrists that I ignored, but yeah: my hand just stopped moving properly. I was just too ambitious/industrious, especially for math which I thought I was bad at, gosh I hated the subject. After getting a bracer two days before the actual exams I just went on writing with my left hand since I just didn't want to give the fuck up. Eventually, the left also began to hurt. The doc wanted to give me an injection to resolve all the cramped muscles but I refused (for reasons you will read below). I got the chance to write my levels later that month with a whole lot of pills in my blood and a room of my own where two people were watching me. This shit felt like 1984. Eventually I got a C math grade, very good other grades, praise for bravery and endurance at least, which felt... nice I guess. Though I already knew that I was obstinate by myself, people's opinions were superfluous. Long-term the story was even more excruciating: Up to this very day my hand did not fully recover yet, I get the same symptoms again and again. Moral of the story, don't work hard for something you despise. The more you give it your all the more you'll fail anyways. And as I always say, the school system must be destroyed in the first place.
- My hobby used to be sewing when I was a teen. I had a super fluffy carpet back then. I once walked across it inconspicuously and out of nowhere, a needle pierced the front part of my right foot HORIZONTALLY. I had just dropped that needle thing into the carpet, don't know how. It practically disappeared in my footThe X-Ray looked horrifying, so was the attempt of the incompetent docs to get it out without surgery with their instruments of doom. My poor dad got his hand squeezed way too hard while sitting beside me, I was breaking down entirely. Eventually I had to wait for 2 days with this eerie feeling in my entire leg until legit operation. The latter turned out to be risky, the doctors told me I could become paralyzed if they hit a nerve. Gladly things worked out, I just have a dark spot from the place of removal, phantom pains, and regular panic attacks. If you even get something like a syringe close to me I start screaming and crying and kicking things like a berserk. As with the school system, I believe the medical field should be eradicated and rebuilt.
- When I was 13, 14 or so. My brother (half as old as I am) decided to sneak up behind me and hit my head hard with a wooden toy hammer. Just for fun, he had no apparent reason. The pain was so gruelling, I fell forward and laid on the ground for solid two minutes. I couldn't see anything. After that, I lost control in a rush of fury and started to choke him until he turned blue :-)
- Similar story, same culprit: In my teen years my little brother was playing around with some water pistol during summer and decided to level it at my face. Just for fun again, he was just laughing and all cheerful. But I... HATE "fun". Why? I had to be rushed to the oculist after a tiny piece of metal particle - origin unknown - got stuck in my left eye. The removal was... not so pleasant. I have yet to forgive him. Words cannot describe my anger and hatred
- Recent accident: While decorating for dad's birthday party in November, mom and I were fooling around dancing a bit. We were sort of arm in arm when she suddenly got too enthusiastic and wild. I was leaning forward simultaneously and got into her range. Mom ended up hitting me in the throat with full momentum of her arm. Thanks, my evening was ruined, it was hard to eat anything as was speaking and breathing.
People are always so surprised why I fight for bodily integrity in such an ardent manner, now you know why.
this isn't really about me. but i have two brothers and they both share the same first name as my dad. the reason for this is that my mom was mad at my dad in the hospital when the second was born.
.Foreman has 12 children, five sons and seven daughters. His five sons are George Jr., George III ("Monk"), George IV ("Big Wheel"), George V ("Red"), and George VI ("Little Joey"). On his website, Foreman explains, "I named all my sons George Edward Foreman so they would always have something in common. I say to them, 'If one of us goes up, then we all go up together, and if one goes down, we all go down together!'"[25]
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
haha what
i think I have a remarkably composed personality all things considered.
I had e-mail talk with Yekaterina Filatova.
Im very sensitive to the fact when someone is smarter/less smarter than me and it makes me uncomfortable in both cases
I have a new stuffed animal in the shape of a panda that i hug sometimes
when people are much more intelligent than me I idealize a bit and assume other traits in them like enhanced empathy that actually might not exist. I've caused problems for myself this way.
I own a full matcha tea equipment.
I'm addicted to nail enamel and I have 86 bottles of it. My favorite tone is dark green with sparkles.
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Same i have one of thatI'm addicted to nail enamel and I have 86 bottles of it. My favorite tone is dark green with sparkles.
chickie! I've the 'nail junkie' of that brand.Same i have one of that
My nails suck though even the liquid lololol
I don't like GoT.
I've an ambivalent attitude towards GoT. I value the creativity of the plot and like some characters but I don't appreciate the values and the rules of the portrayed society.
I see i just pick up random brand and which looks good but actually i suck at applying 😂
I have a secret:
I am a very horny person yet i don't really get easily turned on when i am having sexual texts nor calls with someone online.
Seriously i don't know the fuck why.. Probably because i cannot see them in real life like.. Probably they're just not good mental stimulators? :/
Or.. I just don't like to read. Or listen only because i don't know, it doesn't really turn me on..
So, what I'm doing is i just fake it.. Like i have three guys i sext online i faked my orgasm. Like i just made sounds..
Or when i send a pic, i just sent my hand covered with lotion 😂
And i think i will never do cam sex either because that's a stupid move for your vagina to be seen by everyone online with your face like it would be a legit proof of your secret lewd behavior online.
And i never sent vagina pic online.
I don't send boob pics with nipples too :/
Like I'm saying it's nudes but actually the nipples and vagina are covered with emojis
I cannot understand why would anyone feel comfortable sending their private parts online
Even if it's just your private parts but not head included.. Is just not okay for me.
I think it's okay for guys, but with girls, i think it's not especially the vagina because that's very precious..
Nips is ok because guys have nips too.. But i don't send nips
In kindergarten and first years of primary school, teachers thought I was unable to speak, they had to call my family to ask if I was disabled. And kids used to accuse me of hiding things from them because I didn't talk at all and I really didn't care much about any of that. But in my teenage years I changed a lot, quite to the opposite of what I was.
- I still don't own a driver's license. Never needed it because of EU public transportation. Though recently I saw a post that said it's gay culture not to have or need one. They're right
- My laptop sleeve, wallet, and phone case are recycled from cement bags and all have a tiger printed on them on the front side. On the other side, you can still read safety instructions and risks for mixing the cement.
- My great-grandfather was a highly honored Nazi general. He even had a bronze statue in a town marketplace, but gladly it has been removed. I also know he served ten years in Russian prison and was released due to severe illness. I'm glad grandma talked to me about this instead of being all hush hush, our lineage is innocent. The more you know
- Yes it is true, I do speak, read, and write rudimentary Korean. So I lied when I said I listen to K-Pop despite not understanding anything. I only said it to hype up the appeal to the music which is in effect there since most fans don't understand a basic sentence and still like the music a lot. I did start out like this but tried to learn in the meantime.
- I'm good at sculpting!
- My father is an self-pres E6 and does the most stereotypical 6 things. He loves that insurances exist but routinely gets upset by their letter spam and criticizes them without doing anything. He stores everything on two backup hard drives at once and always talks about "in an emergency scenario...". He speeds with his car but tells others to be careful going anywhere.
- After sitting down reading at the local lake I once got locked in the backstage area of an open-air theatre without knowing or noticing it. I escaped pretending to be an intern past the guards who did not suspect my acting. I think I sat down in the right area that fits my character ironically, it must have attracted me.
- My first childhood crush was Zac Efron. I was in denial about liking Ashley Tisdale more.
- I actively speak and write in six languages. I used to learn French and could read hieroglyphs but I forgot most of it.
- Recently I have published my first story! Surprisingly, it did not flop even if I wasn't at my best while writing it. I publish the next one around March 23. Details remain classified until further updates.
- TMI: I once got my period on a class trip in the middle of London among fellow pupils, wearing white trousers. And I tend to bleed a lot with severe cramps. There was no medication or tampon in sight, and we had to stay in our groups so I had to manage ushering them into a store which took several hours to find since we got lost. Since then, I keep a calendar and watch my skin condition to see when it could happen.
- At university, I have written a paper on Batman & Robin (1997) dissecting the portrayal of gender and class. I later regretted that I did NOT mention George Clooney's batnipples. Pity.
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I have 180 degree (or more) peripheral vision.
I speak French and some Arabic and Wolof (a West African language)
My siblings and I are the only ones of our first cousins with a pure Jewish bloodline.
I've never taken an IQ test but I got a near-perfect score on the SAT.
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