Epically Schizoid Moments

As said in my own topic, I once fell asleep, wait now that i think of it, i fell asleep loads of time in a social milieu on my school trip. And everyone kept asking what was wrong with me. And everytime i couldn't help to think 'you are wrong with me', but i just shook my head when asked, and went back to sleep. I just couldn't bare the sociality. Lost my apatite the whole trip. It was one week, i think i ate as much as i would normally do on one day. Fell asleep a total of 6 times or so. We did a lot of walking, in a group, but luckily, i listen to loud music, so i could ignore people. Turns out, as i had a talk with one of the supervising teachers of that trip, many people were actually concerned about me, and i couldn't care less about them. Kinda funny tho.

Other than that, i can't quite think of any epic schizoid moments, other than just completely shutting down when in need of being social. Same in school, which is a pain in the ass.

rutidam93 wrote: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.

The original American model of public education was based on the Prussian model.

-- 10 Apr 2012, 15:34 --

kmyers wrote:

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.

Under the law (at least in the States), 15 is still considered a child and, as such, is unable to legally consent to sex. While the age of consent is 16 in most places here, the government tends to still frown upon sexual relationships when it's someone under 18 having sex with someone 18 or older.

My schizoidness comes out when someone tries to show me a motivational poster or explain to me that "everything happens for a reason" or "we all have a reason for existing." I get irritable and snap back that our "reason for existing" is to spread the seed and die to perpetuate a planet that has a maximum of about 5 billion years left out of all eternity. I also get annoyed when people talk about how important it is for them to be remembered after they die, and I *want* to say (but usually don't because I don't want to be mean) that everyone who will remember you will also die soon enough, you won't be able to care because you won't exist, and that it's more important to just do what you feel like and not worry about that kind of crap. Of course, this might also be a side effect of being a philosophy major. It screws with your intuitions and makes it really jarring to hear people espouse that kind of sad sophistry.

I also get bored when I watch romantic movies. And Nicholas Sparks makes me vomit in my mouth, but then again I suppose that it more of an "everybody" thing.

one schizoid moment was recently when i had this nightmare; that i was in school and everyone were like trying to be my friend cause they pitied me, i was like"you don´t understand" and they said "oh we understand you are just a shy extrovert, we will never give up"...... my psychopath stare wasn´t working .... they were all around me, the doors were locked....my soul screamed NOOOOooooo...

this thread is awesome btw

Pre Story :

I am allergic to fermented yeast and I will pass out after two beers (it's sad when you lose the love of your life).

I like to people watch and dance when I am drunk. Both of these can be achieved at the bars here with little actual human interaction.

Story:

A couple of months ago I was at the bars with my friend and some girl that tagged along because she seemed to take a shine towards me. I really wasn't feeling comfortable with the situation (I didn't like her much and she was getting in my space with that fake "you're so funny" nonsense). I didn't want to walk home (cops are assholes here) so I drank a couple of beers and was out like a brick.

Nearly two hours later I wake up and she is still there. So, I grabbed her chair out from under her. She thought I was flirting. What the duck is wrong with people?

In the end I can't remember what I did to finally get her to go away, but I just remembered how much I really didn't want to be anywhere near this woman and couldn't escape.

I remember once being dragged to a bar and quickly gave the two others who'd dragged me there the slip. Then I descended into fantas, hovering on the edge sociality. I kept my distance from the other two and pretended I was on a mission to eliminate them. They didn't see me, but i saw them.

When one of them saw me a couple of weeks later I thought about giving an elaborate reason but fumbled and said "errrr I went ill home" and quickly broke away from conversation.

My excuses are terrible. Terrible excuses show other people I can't even be bothered to cover for my lack of interest in their pointless existances.

I was walking through school once and one of the younger kids said "oh look there goes *my name*, he's so cool, what do you think of him" and the other one said "I think he's an asshole" so I just looked at him, shrugged and said, "everyone's entitled to their own opinions" and just kept walking. Now that I think about it I am really curious to know why that one person, out of the hundreds of people who seem to know me for some reason, thought I was an asshole.

I can't count how many times I've used my dog as an excuse to get out of something. I've even claimed that I had to leave to give him a haircut. It was awkward, because once someone came to drop something at my house that I had forgotten and the dog ran to the door, shaggy as all hell. oops

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.

......that's amazing.................................... i wish i could favourite this.

Leam_Girl wrote:I used to turn down party invitations because Doctor Who was on - I honestly loved that show more than anyone in my life and it would make me angry when someone arranged something for Saturday night because they knew that was DW night so I thought they were intentionally trying the 'hurt' me.

I've turned down sex several times because one of my favourite shows was on TV. Usually, I manage to came up with some plausible excuse to get away, but one time my tongue just slipped and the result was pretty hilarious.

We were making out on a couch when I looked at my watch and realized I need to leave. I jumped up and the guy was like: "What the hell?"
Me: I need to catch my bus.
Guy: Why?
Me: Sherlock starts in an hour so I need to go home now, bye.
Guy: O_o

Only later did I realize that society regards sex as the height of awesomeness and that I had looked pretty weird turning down the offer of sex for a TV show. But still, in my books Sherlock/Doctor Who/Buffy >>> human interaction anyday.