Odd confessions.

Whenever someone gives me a compliment, I turn it over and over in my head for the rest of the day and feel a bit too good about myself.

I'm terrified of slugs and snails. Is there a name for that?

Molluscophobia.

Doesn't that imply that one is afraid of octopuses and squids too?

Dunno, Wikipedia only mentions slugs and snails.

I secretly often wish for the outcome opposite to the one I want, just to see how things would go wrong.

For example, I wish that Britain would leave the EU, just to see how fucking deep in shit we could get.

Bees terrify me.

I think Justin Bieber is incredibly Moe Moe. I find back hair and excessive chest hair revolting. I think Gackt is Hawt

I have quite a dirty mind.

Sometimes I wish that I had a penis....

edited 11th Oct '12 4:33:42 PM by monkeyheroine

I sometimes stand around in a quiet corridor at school, just thinking and opening the door for people.

Also, i'm pretty much the only monarchist in my politics class. Quite funny when the teacher notices my face when things concerning the monarchy are talked about. (such as shock when being told that Parliament could abolish the monarchy))

I do the first.

Even though I am a staunch Europeanist (... the avatar is just for today, I swear), I can only speak English.

Don't tell this to anyone else, but I actually am as awesome as I make myself out to be. truestory.jpg

I suffer from a slight case of Magnum Opus Dissonance.

Sometimes I worry that I have no worthwhile talents of any sort.

I like to have pancakes for dinner.

Talent is overrated, most people have no talent what they have is years of work and effort. A talented person and a hard worker are indistinguishable, unless a talented person discovers their talent early in life and even then the ones who work hard at it tend to get further, except in the case where you have a harder work who is talented but Brilliant, but Lazy is a norm.

The only injury I truly fear is loss of sensation. Blindness, deafness, insensitivity to taste or scent; I don't want to conceive how I would deal with them.

I lost most of my sense of smell from having my nose broken multiple times.

It's a bit miserable, but I suppose it was my most expendable sense.

I got baffled by low prices in poundland today. For at least a few minutes just looking around confused.

I worry I've become far too hard to approach/talk to.

I'd like to find a hair dye with the beautiful deep blue-violet colour of crystal violet... a dye used in the lab to stain bacteria.

It probably sounds weird, but it's just such a lovely colour.

Sometimes I find myself wondering if the world is real, or if I'm in a coma and everything is just a product of my imagination.

Not a coma, but you are definitely not the first one to think of something like that. Socrates, Zhuanzi, Descartes, et cetera.

Can't stop thinking about Black Hawk Down!

edited 21st Oct '12 2:08:14 PM by dRoy

I have a- heh- somewhat similar problem myself.

What, thinking about a certain movie?

I still get "to" and "for" confused sometimes.

edited 22nd Oct '12 11:55:33 AM by dRoy

Not so much a movie, but the 'can't stop thinking about' bit is spot on.

What if that all is just in my imagination and I'm still in that coma...

... Huh, who cares?!