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.... the moment that you realized that there was something unique about yourself?
 
I think I value more the knowledge that there is nothing wholly unique in me - that humans are capable of wondrous variety and charm, great genius and marvelous beauty, and that I am really only a very humble horse grateful for the chance to see it.
 
Elizabetht said:
.... the moment that you realized that there was something unique about yourself?

If I address this question honestly, I don't know that I ever really have, unless I consider my ability to think in concentric circles until I wind myself up.

I have a slogan I use all over. I'm different -- just like everybody else.
 
I was about 2 years old, in a bathtub with this other two year old kid (male) and I realized that, unlike him, I had no tail. Obviously, I was different. Unique even. :D
 
Oh that's it... go on... all make me feel shite cos there's nothing unique about me :D Except the bird that is.
 
When my parents would lend me to parents of fussy eaters because I would eat anything put in front of me and ask for more.

My excuse was that it was during rationing in the UK. I was a very active toddler, always on the move and I needed FOOD!

A couple of teatimes with me and fussy eaters started defending their food and territory from the insatiable monster that was a 2-year-old Og.

Og
 
pop_54 said:
Oh that's it... go on... all make me feel shite cos there's nothing unique about me :D Except the bird that is.
damnit. i dont even have a bird..
 
There are billions of people in this world. And I'm the only one who has my name. It's a fairly common first name, but a unique family name, taken by my great gramp. My mom told me that when I was about four, and I walked around feeling cooler than a popsicle for over a week, before I forgot all about it.
 
not to sound like a shit but there were a few times that I realized i was different and maybe one that I realized I was special.

I figured I was special when i finally understood why my parents were so detached from me.

When I was a baby i came out with a scar or a birthmark, either description works, but i prefer scar. The prognosis was that I would never walk and probably have developmental problems. Most people with spinal bifida do, somehow I healed. I know, sounds like a lode of shit, but I got the scar to prove it.

I figured I was different when i thought I could fly. hence a stay in an institution that was christian based and my resulting faith in 'pagan' things. long story. I also realized i was a bit different when I started deja vu of things that hadn't happened yet and started to remember tomorrow. No i wasn't on drugs, i was experimenting in meditation and expanding my spiritual horizons.

fuck, i must be tired, i am sharing too much.
 
vella_ms said:
damnit. i dont even have a bird..

Surely you've been around enough English people to realise that's an extremely silly thing to say...

The Earl
 
Elizabetht said:
.... the moment that you realized that there was something unique about yourself?

Five years old, when I wrote my first poem for my mom and made her cry.
 
oggbashan said:
A couple of teatimes with me and fussy eaters started defending their food and territory from the insatiable monster that was a 2-year-old Og.

Og

*laugh*

Wonderful stuff.

Og, quite seriously, when are you going to write your autobiography? You have the most wonderful talent for making events come alive with color and laughter and depth. The world may not deserve the book, but some of us would be most grateful for it.

Shanglan
 
That was one of my earliest memories.

Another was a visit to a salvaged German U-Boat. I was carried in my father's arms as we toured the submarine. Each time my memory brings back the stink of diesel, chlorine and rotting bodies.

I don't think my father intended to tour the U-Boat with me but my mother was busy with my siblings and no one was available to look after me.

The odd thing is that modern (1960s and later) submarines seem so much larger. They are, of course, but I expected that my early memory would make the U-Boat seem enormous. Perhaps it was my viewpoint up in my father's arms?

I still don't like submarines despite their modern facilities. I have submerged in one for a couple of hours. That was long enough for me. I think you need a special kind of courage to be a submariner, and those who served in submarines in World Wars I and II deserve our respect, no matter who they fought for. They were men facing a high probability of death on every mission.

Og
 
Maybe so, Og.

Tanks and any other kind of ship, as well as bombers and such craft, large enough to have a crew on them, seem to share the same characteristics as a sub, for me. That is, if something irretrievable happens to the thing you're riding in, you really have little choice but to perish with it, barring some very good luck indeed.

But I served in the fire service with a man, whom we called Wilbur, despite the fact that his name was nothing like that. He was just kinda mousy and kinda fucked up. He had been a submariner. A need for courage doesn't ordinarily arise very often, even fighting fires, but I cannot fault him there. He did have a casual physical courage, completely off the cuff, no heroics. That's the kind you want, really. He was, though, the second most unregenerate suck-ass in the department. Maybe if I'd seen him on board ship I'd have been more impressed.
 
Oh, yeah, the question. I was spooking people very young. I got the raised brow and the significant exchange of glances with other witnesses. I hide it better now, but I used to be weird enough to produce a stir wherever I went.
 
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