Fun: You know you're DID when..

when the host is listing all the projects you worked on last week in the "fun: you know you are DID"-thread of this forum ...
come on! what about a "thank you"?

You know you're DID when:

You wake up - happy!
You go to the bathroom - happy!
You go to the bedroom and get dressed - happy!

You go to the living room and - HOLY CRAP!

Your furniture is all gone! EVERYTHING... including your curtains and your brand new, most beautiful blue ever, lazy boy reclining rocking chair.

And you realize that the "part" has been up who wants to be a minimalist. That "part" who would be oh, so happy to live in an empty house. That "part" who has taken it upon herself to get rid of all your STUFF!

(I, on the other hand LIKE MY STUFF!)

So, you head off to the local thrift store, and say, "Excuse me, I think a family member may have brought some of my stuff in here by mistake. I'm particularly interested in a pair of beautiful blue curtains. They were eight feet across and eighty-four inches long. Four panels. Would you happen to have seen them?"

And they look.

But they don't find them. So you say, "Ok, thank you."

And you go back home, and you run into your neighbor who says, "Oh Honey, thanks so much for that recliner. It is the most beautiful blue ever. And it's SO comfortable!"

And you smile and say, "You're welcome."

And you turn around and say, "God, I want my STUFF back!"

But you know you're not going to get your stuff back.

So you go to the store and buy a brand new set of curtains... that look exactly like your old set of curtains... only this set of curtains smell like wieners, because of whatever that stuff is that they spray on new curtains.

And you sit on your couch... craving hot dogs... saying, "God, when is this ever going to end!"

Yes, regarding my last post... the couch.... my truly ugly couch... my ratty, tatty old couch... was still there!

When someone has an issue with you over something you said and you have no idea why, but have to take the bunt of it

When one drinks caffeine and then a little switches out and starts having adverse affects.

Whyntir wrote:When one drinks caffeine and then a little switches out and starts having adverse affects.

I think I have had this happen before. Funny stuff.

Does anybody else get sick of their stuff getting moved around all the time? I hate it when I can't find stuff. Cuz it got moved. "organized"

**does anybody else like living in a clean home? yeah, thought so.**

You know your DID when you look at the replies and have to look for the last post you remember posting to make sure you read all the replies, and end up replying to multiple posts "you" have already replied to, as well as reply I g to "Yourself".

BeccaBee wrote:Does anybody else get sick of their stuff getting moved around all the time? I hate it when I can't find stuff. Cuz it got moved. "organized"

**does anybody else like living in a clean home? yeah, thought so.**

When I (Technically when Jude *first ever host, and most often host in the past, now integrated with Alexandr so I now remember most of what he did*) was really young, like 3-13 or 14, I used to get really upset and sometimes in trouble, when I couldn't find my stuff. Pencils, books, toys and the like would go missing and I would find it days later in a weird place. It stopped for a while, but recently its been happening again, now that I'm a month away from 22. Not sure why.

....when you are chatting to a friend and she reminds you she has just had a big birthday. You apologise for having missed it (feeling terrible about it and a bit surprised). She looks at you oddly and says 'you didn't. You came to my party''
You reply 'when was that?' Completely mystified.
She says 'a couple of months ago'
You automatically say 'oh yeah' and search your brain for it. Slowly vague memories and snatches of it come come pback...
Dear me!

When you have a group project in class and you don't even remember who your group mates are...(Even though you have a list of their names and one of the assignments that you worked on together.)

(It happened to the other host. dx. I was attending the class the last session. And she attended this session. But apparently we still have the same group mates from last time, so she was stuck. Luckily they remembered us and called us over. I was mostly stuck in the background until finally I fronted in the middle of the conversation with her. dx.)

When you have to go through your texts and emails to make sure you haven't sent anything