Epically Schizoid Moments

Animosity wrote:When you check your mobile phone balance and you see you have $350 in prepaid credit.

I have no idea if I'm ever going to able to use it all at this point.

That's how mine and my mother's phones are but between $100 and $200. We both have cheap Virgin Mobile phones that we have to put a $20 card on every 3 months to keep them active. We don't even use that much and both have our phones off a lot. They are mostly for emergencies. I mostly use mine to call my ride to get home from the doctor. My mother mostly has hers for if she needs to get a cab home from somewhere or if I need to call her at work for an emergency.

We don't even give our numbers out. We have a land line for family and any place we need to give a number to. If I'm out of the house and my phone rings it will either be my mother or a wrong number.

Animosity wrote:When you check your mobile phone balance and you see you have $350 in prepaid credit.

I have no idea if I'm ever going to able to use it all at this point.

I have the same "first world schizoid problem". I usually renew my balance with 50 zloties (around 15$) per annum and somehow I have 90 zloties now. Once, my balance reached 200 zloties, so I just used 9/10 of that on charity SMSes so the money would see some use.

My epic schizoid moments mostly came around from interacting with a high school friend about 10 years back. While very intelligent and creative, she also happened to be very extroverted, neurotic (diagnosed) and surprisingly unempathetic. Needless, to say, our personalities clashed, bringing out the extreme schizoid in me.

She had a nasty habit of getting offended at the slightest perceived injustice. One time when she and her best friend were offended at each other, I asked sarcastically whether she was offended yet again to which she naturally took offense. Usually when she got offended with me I would either not notice it at all or just not give a damn, so this time she decided to go the extra mile and gave me the dreaded silent treatment. I have to say that I found her idea of "punishing" me very amusing, to say the least. I paid no heed to this absurdity, but after two weeks two of my other friends requested that I just apologize so that things could return to a realtively normal stance. I instead opted to apologize to her in the most sarcastically submissive way, cursing myself as a complete idiot and almost begging for her forgiveness. To my surprise she accepted the apology, albeit noting that it wasn't what she expected out of me. I briefly pondered whether I should illuminate her that my apology was sarcastic, but in the end decided "Aww, screw it!".

kretes wrote:I have the same "first world schizoid problem". I usually renew my balance with 50 zloties (around 15$) per annum and somehow I have 90 zloties now. Once, my balance reached 200 zloties, so I just used 9/10 of that on charity SMSes so the money would see some use.

I now know how to use most of it, charity text messages just got introduced here.

kretes wrote:My epic schizoid moments mostly came around from interacting with a high school friend about 10 years back. While very intelligent and creative, she also happened to be very extroverted, neurotic (diagnosed) and surprisingly unempathetic. Needless, to say, our personalities clashed, bringing out the extreme schizoid in me.

She had a nasty habit of getting offended at the slightest perceived injustice. One time when she and her best friend were offended at each other, I asked sarcastically whether she was offended yet again to which she naturally took offense. Usually when she got offended with me I would either not notice it at all or just not give a damn, so this time she decided to go the extra mile and gave me the dreaded silent treatment.

Watching people like that scramble when they realize their "punishment" has no effect on you, is priceless.

Look, rockchucker: it's 5am. There's no-one in the laundromat. You've been washing things in the sink for a week. Get off your buliasa and Do Your Bleeping Laundry.
Let me add that the crescent moon, Mercury and Venus in close proximity in the starless pre-dawn sky make a sight worth getting up early to see.

Forgot my pincode to the phone, while wondering why I haven't used that excuse before.

i was trying to place a glass jar in a cupboard using my right hand. I used my left hand to feel if there was a bottom to the cupboard. There was not. My right hand met and touched my left hand and I jumped away with fright...so unexpected. My left hand felt like smething alien and unattached to me.

^ reminds me of the time I was at a diner waiting to pay the cashier. There were all sorts of mirrors all over the place and as I was waiting I saw this guy standing there. I was thinking something like "who is that?" when I realized it was me. Talk about depersonalization...

When engaging in conversation with your family is listening to them talk to themselves

When you've been going to the same corner store every day for years, and still barely make eye contact or smile at the cashier, even though its the same person almost every time.

example 01

My father's mother died recently.
I was the only grandchild that wriggled out of attending the funeral.
My excuse, as usual, was 1-work; 2-too short notice (I live 2000km away from my family).

My cousin got married shortly after the event and invited all my family including my sister's BF, excluding me. I know from my sis it was meant to be a revenge on my humble self for ignoring the family business / grandma's funeral. Poor bloke hasn't got a clue how much this made my life easier. I thank him wholeheartedly for doing this. Otherwise I would have to come up with excuses, again.

example 02

My landlord told me about the struggle with his disabled child. He was explaining how life is difficult for them all, and, at the end he smiled. In social situations, even with a simple small talk (at which I suck anyway), I try to conform to the norms and be as much attentive as possible, because in my mind those people don't deserve to be mistreated, being an emotional handicap I have no intention to hurt anyone. So when my landlord finished the sad story with a smile, I smiled back - with a big wide grin... He looked at me confused and promptly changed the subject. He then left in hurry...