Epically Schizoid Moments

I certainly enjoyed having all the space to spread out, haha. I was fine with being alone and all, just really despised the whole group situation that would come up at least once a week.

sabrdawg wrote:

Noelle_Winters wrote:Me: If it makes you happy to think that I won't disabuse you of that notion.
Twit: Who the hell talks like that?
Me: I just did. By the way, we have class in three minutes, is there anything else you'd like to add?
Twit: You know, everyone thinks your weird.
Me: I am weird.
Twit: ...
Me: See you in class. And don't forget a number two pencil, we have a test.

Ur awesome

I don't want to deal with people, so I'll always read on the bus. People try to mess with me all the time. Older kids used to try and bully me when I was younger, and younger kids try to get a rise out of me now that I'm older. It's honestly kind of hilarious. The other day some punk started screaming gibberish in my face. I gave him a blank stare and went back to reading. Another kid apparently called me a dork, and his sister (3 years younger than me) tried to bully me with that. He's in jail now and she's fat. Guess I got the last laugh.

Anyway, my story. I'm a teachers assistant in my school to the kids in dumb math (oddly enough one of them's another sibling of the kids I mentioned before). The other day they started to make fun of me for having a bunch of aspirin in my backpack, and when the teacher asked them how they knew that they ratted on this other kid for going through my bag. They all turned to me like it was some big reveal, but I had seen him surreptitiously closing my bag the other day. I didn't want to deal with confronting him then, and it honestly wasn't a big deal to me, so I let it go. I was more concerned with not dealing with the confrontation than I was with some kid stealing my stuff. I have nothing worth taking anyway, unless you like Advil. Normal people give me headaches.

coldplayer wrote:Hmmm... you had sex with your cousin? o_0 who is also a child molester? She died and wanted you to scatter her ashes somewhere? Interesting Tell me more!

Nothing wrong with sex with a cousin...it's just sex. Child molester? LOL 15 years old is a child? That wasn't even true when I was 15 33 years ago and probably less true back then with how that generation viewed a 15 year old as opposed to now.

snow- wrote:In several of my classes I had a radius of empty desks around me. In one class we had tables for 2 put together so people could sit in groups of 4. I had two tables to myself and all the desks around mine were also empty. Always such a pain when teachers would make us work in groups, they'd have to stick me in a group. Even worse was when the teacher would make me walk around and ask others if I could join, worst kind of torture.

In History lessons last year I sat on a desk that was a row of 4, and I was one of the middle ones. With 2 people to my right, one person to my left, and the teacher's desk directly in front of me, sometimes I felt so trapped I would ask to go to the toilet and would sometimes throw up.

I would also get ridiculously nervous when I was asked to read, I could hear my voice going all wobbly and I would get sweaty hands and just wanted to curl up in a ball and die. But I only got nervous reading in History lessons, I was fine with like English, must've been that horrid enclosed seating plan.

Leam_Girl wrote:

snow- wrote:In several of my classes I had a radius of empty desks around me. In one class we had tables for 2 put together so people could sit in groups of 4. I had two tables to myself and all the desks around mine were also empty. Always such a pain when teachers would make us work in groups, they'd have to stick me in a group. Even worse was when the teacher would make me walk around and ask others if I could join, worst kind of torture.

In History lessons last year I sat on a desk that was a row of 4, and I was one of the middle ones. With 2 people to my right, one person to my left, and the teacher's desk directly in front of me, sometimes I felt so trapped I would ask to go to the toilet and would sometimes throw up.

I would also get ridiculously nervous when I was asked to read, I could hear my voice going all wobbly and I would get sweaty hands and just wanted to curl up in a ball and die. But I only got nervous reading in History lessons, I was fine with like English, must've been that horrid enclosed seating plan.

History is one of my favourite lessons (I'm kinda Humanities geek ). In my country we have the Prussian educational system: the teacher speaks, you write it down and do tests with no group work or loud reading. Of course there are schools similar to those of Americans but not ours.
My hands also sweat like hell.

I told a woman how she *sometimes* looked like a 'younger version' of another 50+ years old woman.
She got offended at *sometimes*.

Not sure if I'm schizoid or not...I'm going with something like "half-schizoid" at the moment. Anyways I have some schizoid moments I could share.

I seem to be the only person on campus who eats alone everyday, and I prefer it that way. One day when I was walking to dinner, an acquaintance spotted me and asked if she could eat with me. My thoughts: "NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!" What I said: "Sure." Unfortunately, I couldn't come up with a reasonable excuse on the spot. So we went to the dining hall and she commented on how empty the place was. She said it was "too quiet". I was bewildered. There's no such thing as too quiet. Though if there is, I'm probably it.

There's another friend I had a class with, and I always left early and went a different way so that I wouldn't have to walk to class with her. Last semester I ended up having to eat lunch with her three times a week, which was really annoying. As soon as the semester ended and our schedules changed, I was finally free. She asked me a few times what my schedule was like and when I could eat lunch with her, but each time I told her I couldn't remember and I'd have to look at my schedule later.

When I got lasik surgery, I wasn't supposed to drive for 24hours. Instead of tracking down a willing acquaintance to drive me, I camped out in the optometrist's parking lot in a rented minivan. I had to walk 3 miles to the rental place, but I like walking.

Mr.Pokeylope wrote:When I got lasik surgery, I wasn't supposed to drive for 24hours. Instead of tracking down a willing acquaintance to drive me, I camped out in the optometrist's parking lot in a rented minivan. I had to walk 3 miles to the rental place, but I like walking.

LOL! This one is a winner.

I've never been diagnosed with schizoid PD, but I do find that I relate to a lot of you who post in this forum. Sometimes I wonder if I do have it. Either way, I have a moment to share that a lot of you may relate to:

A few months ago, a girl I used to go to high school with was obviously romantically interested in me. We had hung out once or twice before. She invited me to go with her and her sister to some sort of music show (I don't know how else to describe it; it's like a concert for local bands), so I went. But after a few hours, I couldn't handle the socialization anymore (especially because her personality was very loud, enthusiastic, and immature), and I found that I absolutely hated listening to music while around other people...I didn't know how to act and apparently "just standing there" was awkward. So, I pretended to go to the bathroom and instead drove home alone. She called me about 30 minutes later asking me where I was and saying she was really worried about me, and I made up some bogus story about how I had a "family emergency" and really had absolutely no time to say goodbye to her and had to leave immediately. Later, I remembered that she didn't have a ride home, and when I told this (while relaying the story) to my mom, my mom was upset about that. But I didn't really care and just shrugged it off, saying she'll call her parents or a friend or something.

Looking back on the incident, it seems very schizoid.