One interesting thing about yourself

[Euphony]

I was struck by lightning as a kid. Seriously.

 

[Djmac1031]

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Not the first time I've heard that, lol.

 

[Euphony]

Not the first time I've heard that, lol.

A good therapist never gives up.

 

[stickygirl]

Just the obvious for me but I can do one-leg squats, which defeats many, fitter people.

 

[madelinemasoch]

I was chosen for the wand at Ollivander's in Universal Studios when I was 12.

 

[Euphony]

Just the obvious for me but I can do one-leg squats, which defeats many, fitter people.

Sounds like a world three legged race champion origin story to me.

Marvel three picture deal in your future.

 

[madelinemasoch]

One interesting thing about myself? That I am willing to share?
I had to think for a while.

How about this: This summer was the first time I've went to a nude beach.
Okay maybe on itself that isn't all that interesting, let me tell the bigger story.

This summer I have gone swimming quite often. Partially because I would like to get more muscular and in better shape, partially because I just enjoy it.
In my home town we have a lake for recreational purposes. I've been there quite often this summer. Swimming, reading my books (yes, books, not Lit), and let's be fair, checking out the women. I am a 27 year old single man after all. At the end of the summer holidays I came across a post on a anonymous student social media app about nudist beaches (and BDSM, Fetlife, and more new things for me). Anyway that lit that spark in me again. I always wanted to go to a nudist beach. And at the end of summer I found the courage to actually go for the first time.

In my local town being topless is perfectly allowed, but it practically never happens. I've heard of people going skinny dipping there, never seen it. So I had to travel some 30 kilometers to a student city where they do have a nude beach. At first I was quite nervous, but then again, nobody there would recognise me. At the nude beach there were mostly older people at first. At 27 I must have been one of the, if not the youngest person there. And yes, I stripped all my clothes and went nude as well. It was thrilling at first, but after a while it becomes comfortable. As the day went by more and more younger people came and went. Eventually a 20-something year old girl laid down next to me. This was my first day at a nude beach, so I was already a bit nervous, and I didn't talk to her. On the one hand a shame, on the other hand, perhaps she prefered not to be talked to as well.

Anyway, before I turn this into a long-ass story... that's it

Sounds like a germ of inspiration could lie there. Oh, your silent shy beach girl...

 

[Bamagan]

It's okay, though. I survived

There are spoiler tags for a reason, you nitwit.

 

[stickygirl]

Sounds like a world three legged race champion origin story to me.

Marvel three picture deal in your future.

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You gotta balance your way down, only one foot making contact, then back up the same way. Try it!

 

[AchtungNight]

Hmm.

Ah, okay.

I was struck by lightning as a kid. Seriously.

It's okay, though. I survived

An ex girlfriend of mine after college wanted to make love outside in a rainstorm once. We did it under a tarp in the back of my pickup. Heavy rainstorm, lightning hit a tree right next to us. She made the experience fun for me, but it was so disturbing after the fact I never want to do anything like that again. Still might turn it into a Fetish story someday.

 

[alohadave]

An ex girlfriend of mine after college wanted to make love outside in a rainstorm once. We did it under a tarp in the back of my pickup. Heavy rainstorm, lightning hit a tree right next to us. She made the experience fun for me, but it was so disturbing after the fact I never want to do anything like that again. Still might turn it into a Fetish story someday.

I missed a lightning strike by a few minutes one Fourth of July. There's a spot on a hill that has a monument and park where you can see the city's fireworks without needing to clamor around the crowds.

So the park rangers tell everyone that a storm is coming in and that the fireworks were canceled and the park was closed for safety.

They ended up doing the fireworks, but the park was still closed. Right where I was standing, there were two trees about 200 feet apart. Lightning hit one, then shot over to the other tree. Both were destroyed, and anyone between them would have been seriously injured if not killed outright. There are usually a couple hundred people there for the fireworks.

 

[Euphony]

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You gotta balance your way down, only one foot making contact, then back up the same way. Try it!

Oh the fun things I could try with real developed nation health care.

 

[Euphony]

OH! Some of these reminded me of a recent one.

A couple months ago, I should absolutely have died by incineration.

My "country" family has a burn pile. I was volunteered to go out and help my foggy brained great uncle get a fire started.

It'd been a misty, overcast day (so assumption is harder to get started than usual.)

Uncle mobility scooters in the general area of the pile. I rarely use gas and only in minuscule amounts and with a ton of caution.

I'm tearing up cardboard to strategic place in the pile.

Good ol' boy, behind my back, SOAKS some cardboard in gas (soak means gas goes everywhere b/c he can't stand/direct things b/c sitting down) then watering cans with the FULL GAS CONTAINER a big portion of the pile.

Not aware of what's happened behind me, I move the gas away him and the pile. BUT, the bottom is wet w/fuel, making a wonderful fuse to the pile gas bomb AND wherever I put the can.

All of the sudden, he drives INTO THE HEART of the pile/newly minted gas bomb and lights his roman candle level gas soaked cardboard.

FIREBALL.

Literally see flames shoot out around and under his scooter.

I'm screaming at him to GET THE FUCK OUTTA THERE and he gives me the "stop being a dramatic pussy" wave.

Have you ever SEEN what a lead acid battery fire is like? He's getting major chub from little boy pyro feels, I'm knowing we are seconds away from no open casket.

Miracle of miracles the Hoverround gets traction and he begrudgingly backs out of his doom. Meanwhile, the gas vapor fuse has lit and caught the ENTIRE GAS CAN ON FIRE.

I'm now screaming (which is simply not allowed from "youngins" in this bassackwards fam) YOU NEED TO GET AS FAR THE FUCK AWAY FROM THERE AS YOU CAN RIGHT THE FUCK NOW.

Still refusing to catch a clue, I point to the gasoline bomb gas can near him and that is is ABLAZE.

He seems non-plused.

So I'm fucking done. I run in to get blankets, extinguishers (theirs prob don't do fuel fires but wanted to check, and ANY help getting dumbfuck to get the hell away from the situation.

Great Aunt peers through blinds, refuses to recognize the insanity, and gives me all the "Calm the fuck down drama queen" vibes currently on the planet.

God must love imbeciles because somehow the can burned itself out and Hoverround boy (who has a host of medical problems waiting to off him) got away mostly free.

Disgustingly, he celebrated like he'd really done something manly/helpful and she verbally felated him with good job/you're the biggest, strongest, bestus man ever type talk.

Made all the more ridiculous considering HE ONLY BURNED OFF THAT ONE SPOT ON THE PILE (BUT every place he touched on the lawn and vicinity) Easily 3/4ths of the pile still lives, 4 foot tall neighbor pissing off weeds and all.

Microseconds away from my Great Uncle burning up in the inferno that is a lead acid battery fire.
Blowing up a 3 gallon fresh gasoline bomb.
Burning down at least 1/3rd of the backyard and god knows what else if wind catches you wrong.
Killing safety first me in the process.

But just so we're clear: My ATTITUDE is the real problem.

 

[gunhilltrain]

Yeah, I've delivered some seriously nasty insults and threats in the same tone I'll say "Have a good day" and some people who've heard it say its unnerving that I can be one step from completely losing my mind and still sound conversational.

I think the therapist called it stunted or blunted or something like that where no matter how bad a situation is you're kind of numb to it. Accompanied by the thousand yard stare I still sometimes default to(and the stealth mode) I can give off a serial killer vibe.

I don't engage in arguments with most people even if maybe I should. I'm too old for that kind of drama. Also, I think therapists are maybe 85 to 90 percent ineffective. They mean well but most of us have to work with the personalities we were born with. Woody Allen in Sleeper: "I haven't seen my analyst in 200 years. . .If I'd been going all this time, I'd probably almost be cured by now."

 

[stickygirl]

I've been in two building and a plane that were struck by lightning, but ouch! That must have been quite a shock.

For an author to be struck by lightning once may be regarded as a misfortune, but for a second author to be struck must be considered plagiarism. Quite the reverse with bird shit of course

 

[Euphony]

For an author to be struck by lightning once may be regarded as a misfortune, but for a second author to be struck must be considered plagiarism. Quite the reverse with bird shit of course

A ruthless edit and you've got new Confucius on your hands.

Or maybe bird shit?

 

[lovecraft68]

I don't engage in arguments with most people even if maybe I should. I'm too old for that kind of drama. Also, I think therapists are maybe 85 to 90 percent ineffective. They mean well but most of us have to work with the personalities we were born with. Woody Allen in Sleeper: "I haven't seen my analyst in 200 years. . .If I'd been going all this time, I'd probably almost be cured by now."

That therapist was thirty years ago and court mandated...part of my parole was to go weekly for a year. Ironically I married someone who was in the field for several years before changing careers, but she didn't try to figure me out...fortunately for both of us on that note.

To be clear, I rarely argue because you have to give a shit to do that, I just say what I think and it often doesn't go over well and for reasons I won't get into I'm sometimes around assholes who still think they're 20 think they're twenty and talk a lot of trash, but never really want to deliver.

I'm not familiar with that movie, I don't support pedophiles.

 

[AG31]

When I was 12 I had a farm tractor run over me. Not just part of me like my foot or something, but my entire body. And if you're mentally picturing one of those little mini garden tractors, don't. This was a full-sized farm tractor with 1000 lbs. of added weight on each wheel.

My dad worked for a dairy and I learned to drive the tractors when I was 10 to pull a wagon full of chopped green feed out to the herd. My uncle (who is only 5 years older than I am) had gone to work for the dairy and wanted to know how to drive the tractor I was using. This thing had a really weird gear shifter. Instead of shifting front to rear, it shifted side to side. I was standing on the ground in front of the rear tire with the tractor running trying to show him how to shift.

A long story but he was being a teenage jackass, got off the tractor and walked away. I got angry and slapped the gear lever which promptly popped into reverse. I grabbed the lever and gave it a pull, trying to get it back into neutral. Instead, it popped into 1st. gear. Before I could move, the rear tire grabbed my toe and pushed me to the ground. All I remember is that fucking tire looming over me as the air was pushed out of my lungs. It ran up my leg, over my chest and off my left shoulder. My uncle stood watching it happen. I think he was frozen with surprise and terror at what was taking place. He finally came out of it as the tire rolled off my shoulder, jumped on and shut it off.

He helped me up and took me to my dad who drove us to the hospital, even though there was no outward signs of injury. They x-rayed my chest and said that everything looked okay. The only indication anything had happened was the muddy herringbone tire tracks over the sweat-shirt I was wearing and the corresponding red welts on my chest. Had those not been there I believe the medical staff would have thought I was lying.


Comshaw

Wo!

 

[BarracudaSwordfish]

I have spoken to a man portrayed in a movie by an actor who was nominated for best supporting actor. It probably gives me three degrees of separation from a lot of very famous people.

However, I can't imagine those people being too excited by being so closely separated from that mediocre porn author named after two different fish.

 

[elizaloo]

If a drug has a 'RARE' side effect, I will get it. Hand's down, it will happen, and then every doc in the ER/Hospital will need to evaluate me because...'rare' side effect. For most of the drugs I've had to take, but this one was the only reaction with long-lasting side effects.

I survived cancer treatment almost without issues..then was convinced by my Onc to take a post breast cancer drug that shall remain nameless, but is very commonly prescribed. I fought him for a year, but he wore me down with his usual beguiling phrase, "If you were my wife, I'd recommend you do 'this'". So I acquiesed..because he had these sweet brown puppy eyes.

Anyway, several months after taking said drug, I awoke one morning, out of sorts, with a severe headache. This headache continued through the morning while Hubs and I were running errands, until we arrived home and I was unable to coordinate getting myself out of the car. Hubs thought I was fooling around and got irritated with me.

He asked me what was wrong, and I answered him with the only word I could utter, "No." In my head, I could make entire sentences, but all I could say was "no" after every thing he asked me.

Finally he clued in that something was seriously wrong, as I sat in the passenger seat sobbing and repeating "no, no, no, no, no" over and over. Until we arrived at the hospital, where I could no longer even say that, and my face was a bit lopsided, and I was unable to ambulate at all.

Off we went to the regional hospital where they realized that some serious shite was going down and they tx'd me immediately to the big city University hospital where every Neuro Intern was tasked with giving me Neuro tests, both scans and physical. Repeatedly, endlessly.

Eventually it was concluded (after a horrifically LONG time of other clusterfucks) that I'd suffered a Left Internal Carotid Artery Dissection, aka Hemorrhagic Stroke. I bounced right back from that, strangely, and less than two weeks later had a second stroke (Ischemic Stroke that time) due to a clot from the first one..which caused me greater losses/issues. Like math..don't ask me to do math..

But you know, I'm walking and talking and sufficiently coherent enough to write, so all's good.

 

[MrPixel]

...then was convinced by my Onc to take a post breast cancer drug...

Tamoxifen. Having an ischemic last year I certainly empathize, although it was caught in time and there are no evident long-term issues.

Our long-term side-effect of T was her libido disappearing. It took us 15 years and 4 gynos to find one who was willing to address the problem. Apparently a sexually-active >45-y-o female wasn't in their playbook, and her concerns were dismissed out-of-hand. She was beyond childbearing age, so F 'er, what's she need that for? Bitter? You betcha.

 

[M_K_Babalon]

Can't think of anything interesting.

 

[NoTalentHack]

I rarely argue

Citation needed.

 

[ChloeTzang]

When I was 13, I spent a month in Kalimantan in a mining town where my dad was working, had my own bodyguard who was ex-Kopassus (Indonesian Special Forces) and stayed for a couple of nights in a Dyak longhouse in the jungle.

 

[colddiesel]

I never spoke English until I went to school at age 5+. The first time I had an ice cream was on Coronation day, June 1953 when I was already a teenager. (Sugar was rationed during the war and afterwards until about 1951/52)