when i was like 7 or 8 at school we got suspicious about one of our friends actually being a girl, because he was smaller and much weaker than us in sports and fights with other kids, the suspicion slowly spreaded until we all thought each other might be girls, so we decided to do a circle and show our dicks for proof, the kid that we originally thought was a girl refused to participate, which was suspicious but we still accepted him as male
I used to think that a serial killer is a killer from a series. Like Dexter or the killers in criminal series. I could never quite understand why the news were featuring serial killers, but not other characters from TV series...
I'm just a human bean...What do you want from me?
When I was 16, I once got so wasted (it was one of my first encounters with alcohol and I didn't know my limits), that my parents had to pick me up from the police station. This was the most embarrassing thing that ever happened to me, even though my parents where really cool about it and didn't even punish me or made me feel bad otherwise. I am now much older and don't drink alcohol because of that night. And every time someone mentions me and alcohol in the same sentence in front of my parents (because people always ask why I don't drink and if it is because of a bad experience), I want to die from the embarassment. Please people, don't overdo it with the alcohol.
When I was a kid, a girl from my class let me borrow her bracelet. It was a really cool one, made for older girls, and I was so jealous because my parents didn't allow me to own such things. I was supposed to give it back the next day, but wanted to keep it. So I just told her that I had put it in her bag while she was outside (while it actually was still at my home) and when she noticed it wasn't there, I said that another kid must have taken it. Everyone believed me, because I was a usually well-behaved A-student. I still have that bracelet, and think about giving it back to the girl, but I am also a little embarassed.
I used to not be able to sleep unless something was on tv. I used to be specific about it. It had to be Family Guy or Futurama or I wouldn't sleep. If I was spending the night at my mawmaws, I would have to go to bed at 11 so I would have Family Guy on adult swim. If I wasn't asleep by midnight, I wouldn't get to bed until Family Guy came back on around 2 or 3 in the morning. Then I had a phase where I only fell asleep if I had the Futurama season DVD on with the commentary. Eventually I expanded what shows or movies I could fall asleep to. As long as I've seen it a lot I can probably fall asleep. But now, I don't need tv to fall asleep. It might help me fall asleep faster, but I'm not up all night if there's no Family Guy. I think I'm just getting older and don't have the energy I used to. I can't stay up all night and then work 8 hours.
I used to self harm when I was 13 and in my 'awkward teen depression' stage. I did it just a little (kinda to test it out) and just for a short time (depression phase was over quickly). However, I have had 'real' depression for a few years now. Today was an especially bad day for me, and I remembered the time I used to cut to feel better. I did it again. It kinda worked, but I am also a little ... ashamed, I guess, because I feel like it's something only teenagers do.
For my 6th birthday party, my mom bought a lot of awesome small toys - not for me, but for the other children who were my guests (as gifts and prices for the games). I never had gotten such cool gifts like they got, and even though I understand her motives today, back then it felt horribleand I thought she valued the other kids more than me. I think this might be why I always feel like I'm worth less than all other people.
the worse part about being hyper sensitive is that I have to train my mind to focus on what's in front of me and not the environment around me has a whole... I think it's because I was jumped and bullied so much in my youth because I'm aware of everything going on around me... every word spoken, every movement going on around me, even which way the wind blows, no matter how settle. I'm aware of it all and it sometimes keeps me in a state of paranoia to the point that I don't know if I'm overreacting or I should punch someone in the face or run for my life lol… I can feel it all, and the only time it stops is when I've been drinking (and I'm a ultra light weight and sometimes blackout) or when I'm somewhere completely alone or with someone I can trust.
When I was a kid, I thought that a man's junk was called his peanuts because I misheard the word "penis" and my dad always screamed "MY NUTS" when he hurt his crotch.