being silent when walking is creepy to my mom and housemate. My sister and I weren't always silent when we walked, but we used to live in a first floor house with no upper or lower floors. After moving we live in a second floor with a upper and lower floor. The people upstairs are sometimes noisy with running around (They had a three year old so that's understandable) We were in High School, someone moved in downstairs and complained that our walking around the house is too loud. Mom gave us a talking to telling us to walk as gently and softly as possible because the person downstairs is too demanding and she doesn't want to deal with his antics or hear avoidable complaints. We learned to walk silently. Fast forward to a few years after the dude downstairs moved out, mom always got a shock whenever we walk over to her making no noise as we walked. We also have a newer housemate at that point, and he was always shocked calling us "ghosts" or saying stuff like "It's like you floated over instead of walked because of how silent you walked."
I have a cousin that I felt sure would end up in prison or expired before he had a chance to grow up. He was spoiled by his guardians/grandparents because of medical issues he had. He would do whatever he wanted whenever he wanted with little more than a half-hearted scolding. It was so bad that my teenaged brother had to leave home when this cousin visited to keep from coming to blows with the child. I don't know what happened but he grew up to be a nice, polite young man that would do anything for anyone. I'm glad he proved us wrong.
My childhood best friend was a spoiled brat. I grew up in a more economically depressed town, and she really basked in the fact that she had a bigger house, more toys, etc. than the rest of us. She stole my notebook one time and I called her out on it. Her mom sent me home, and I happily went with my notebook as her mom started laying into her. That summer, she wasn’t around at all, and I found out she’d done this multiple times, and as punishment, her parents had her do chores all summer. Like, making copies for them at work, being responsible for kitchen cleanup after dinner, stuff like that. It took a fair amount of time, but she was ultimately humbled.
In addition to what you were saying about sociopath just being thrown around, there's also the fact that currently, at least in the US going by the DSM and APA, you *cant* diagnose anyone under 18 with sociopathy/psychopathy. Below the age of 18 certain precursor disorders might be named, like oppositional defiance disorder, but it came from psychiatrists not exactly agreeing on this, but most thinking if you recognize early signs of these conditions, you can help prevent it from becoming a more dangerous condition in adulthood. Anyway, my story: when I was a kid, my uncle married a woman that had a son from a previous marriage, and they also had a son together that was four or five years younger than the older son (older son was a year or two older than me). The older son found out I was terrified of spiders and before a visit he filled a jar with them and dumped them on me. I acted like I was on fire and had to hosed off for a while before I would believe they were all gone. This was literal child's play compared to what he did to his younger brother. When the younger son was about 11 or 12 (by this point my uncle was no longer with their mother), he confided in his mother that his brother had been abusing him in pretty much every way possible. Some of it she knew from things like the older son literally tried to castrate his younger brother, but when she heard her younger son's story, she decided to stand by the older son and place the younger one win a mental health facility where he spent the rest of his childhood. My uncle was an alcoholic, what lead to his divorce, but he tried desperately to sober up and meet the conditions needed to get custody of his son. Unfortunately, a doctor's visit just before he was to be evaluated for custody revealed he had an inoperable malignant brain tumor and not long to live. My cousin didn't get out of the hospital until he was 18, but he was promptly put on disability and into low-income housing. He did try to see his father as much as possible, but by then the tumor had ruined both his existing memories and his ability to make new ones, so he forgot the last ten years of his life and when you told him what happened, he'd forget again as soon as he fell asleep and woke up. He didn't recognize his son as an adult, didn't know he was divorced, didn't know his mother had died, etc. It was a tragic story all around.
I got a story I used to go to a Catholic school. Growing up, we had a music class. I decided to play the piano, I was pretty bad at it and everyone made fun of me. Over the summer I practiced a lot. When school came back around I was one of the best players in the class. Someone asked me what happened, and just having seen the crossroads movie I jokingly said I sold my soul to the devil. That joke was taking a little too seriously by a lot of the kids, and they were convinced it was true. No one really talk to me anymore, and I had to talk to the priests a couple times. They thought i was lying about practice. They made me switch instruments, because they were convinced it was from the devil, so my talent was now seen as the devil's work.
Interesting fact, the walking silently, reading emotions, and entering a robot mode, are hallmarks of childhood trauma and are learned skills to try and avoid wrathful parents. the "distracted" listening like overhearing peoples conversations or what not is also a note of adhd and ASD. I know because I'm on the spectrum and did this through my psychology class in high school, it freaked the rest of the class out when they got frustrated by apparent lack of focus, to be asked a question and got it 100% right.
They also can have nothing to do with trauma. I'm tired of people online commenting shit like this and making people freak that they may have trauma just because they do the thing. Not everything is a trauma response or the result of a disorder
I'm the quiet kid. But people don't bully me for it. But I do tend to accidentally spook people when I walk over because apparently I walk really quietly. Like, one time, I went to ask my teacher for help, I'm a sophomore in high school, so sometimes I stay after school for help. Anyways I went to ask for help, and she was turned away from me getting papers or something. I said "Excuse me" and she jumped. I honestly feel bad when I do this. So now I usually try to make some kind of noise so people know I'm coming over
I've spooked my parents a few times for over a decade and a half by walking into the kitchen or into my parents' room when they thought I was either not home or asleep in my room (I'd be playing video games while listening to YT).😅
I nearly caused my pregnant teacher to go into labor from stress because she thought she lost me on a field trip, I was literally just waiting by a bench less than 10ft away.
I wouldn't want a massive bee as a roommate either, spoiled or not. In my day, bees lived in hives during college, except for like three drones I knew who rented a flat together and threw the wildest parties.
25:47 - I’m ridiculously good at moving quietly, but never when I actually *want* to move quietly. I refer to it as my “useless superpower” on a regular basis.
When I was in middle school I was super quiet, only talked to a handful of friends. We had a student teacher and he was awesome. It was his first time on his own with the class who all decided to act out because our normal teacher wasn’t in there. The student teacher tried to get everyone’s attention and was struggling so I just stood up from my desk and yelled “shut the f*** up” and sat down. They all shut up looked at me then looked at the teacher. He was so glad someone did it that it was all he talked to my mom about at conferences. That year was awesome!
wait...... wait wait wait that is my story! I'm the ex walmart associate who found that lady opening all the chargers. This is super cool to hear my story being read out loud in a youtube video! I shared that story in a comment on another one! Thanks mainly fact! :D This is awesome!
The not being noticed walking into a room thing is something i do WAY too often to my mother. Im a toewalker (achilles tendons are busted with very quiet footsteps and have been years) and we have multiple dogs so theres times where ive been able to walk all the way down the stairs and into either the kitchen or the living room without being heard resulting in spooky moments. Thankfully the dogs tend to spot me so its a couple times a month occurance and not a constant one. Having quiet footsteps also results in me not being heard leaving rooms resulting in people talking to themselves after ive wandered off.
Knew someone in School who thought she could get away with Murder because her Dad was a Govenor of the School. She forgot he took the impartiality of his position VERY seriously and only remembered when her own Father stood before her in the Head's Office and told her, not only was she expelled, but she was grounded for the next three years except for Church and School.
I have a friend that thought that all balloons floated when you just blew air into it. I found out when she wondered out loud why the balloons we were blowing into (for a surprise proposal) didn't float. There were a few of us friends there and we just all stopped and kinda stared at her for a bit before laughing our arses off. We all then told her that balloons floated because it was filled with helium and not just 'air'. She was obviously embarrassed but we made it clear that we weren't laughing to be mean. We were all just so astonished that she never knew this piece of information because it was definitely taught in school and no one told her about it! The best part is that she does quality check involving chemicals and metals for a living and was about to study biochemistry in University. I have a few more instances of her but I can't remember them now. We all had a good laugh that day and our friend (not her) said yes.
had a similar thing happen where i was a live concert (loud music and many people around) and i yet still dozed off! i wasn't bored or uninterested, but after nearly 2 straight sleepless nights, sleep won. luckily my friend woke me up and was fully awake for the rest of the afternoon and night.
My cousin was spoilt and coddled by her parents when we were kids. Every trip they took, my cousin would get a present. She would pout whenever she didn’t get her way, and despite that I was always nice to her, she would go participate in bullying against me. Now fast track to adulthood, my cousin did not graduate high school, move out of her parent’s house or get a job. Her mother tolerates her being a bum living in the basement while the rest of us are home owners, married and gainfully employed.
57:44 A parent tried to argue with me like that. He apparently thought he was the prosecutor in a trial, and his job was to "catch me in a lie". So he kept throwing arguments and challenges at me, then changing the subject before I could answer with a full sentence. To him, this meant he was an expert at the art of debate. He took a breath, which allowed me to answer a question. Then he said, "You know what guilty people do? They change the subject!" and leaned back, crossed his arms and gave me a smug expression on his face that said he had "won" the parent-teacher conference. Congratulations, pal, but your kid still can't read.
A kid I grew up with was given everything & had very little discipline. When we were in our late 20's, he happened to stop in the C-store where I worked. He then bragged that his mom paid for a bail bondsman to be on call for him & his buddies. The last time I saw him, he looked like a withered old man with his mom pushing his wheel chair....at the age of 50 or maybe a bit younger. I don't know if he ever learned, but life did catch up to him, unfortunately......
As an employee of Securitas and a person who knows enough spanish to get by in many situations, the very last story hurts my brain in ways I wish I could pass along to the person stupid enough to claim that "Securitas" was spanish for security to begin with. I wish ignorance were painful, so that we would avoid it when it happened.
A guy I grew up with was ALWAYS a brat. When we were teens & at another family's graduation party, he decided that an accidental hit with a pool ball (I was like my dad....ALOT of English, so the ball would go off the edge) deserved my being hit over the head with a pool cue.....hard.... Ran into him several years later when he bragged that his mom had a bail bondsman on retainer for him & him buddies. The next time I saw him, he looked like a wrinkled up old man before the age of 50, & has now passed. (At 54/55 I believe) I don't think he ever learned to be a good person before he passed 😢
My special ability is being able to withstand pain. I was diagnosed with juvenile diabetes at age six and as a kid my family attended many church dinners, we’re Baptist. And recall many times when I would have to check my blood sugar and would immediately be surrounded by a group of kids from five to ten years old all in awe of how I could prick my finger to draw blood and moments later would get a shot in my arm or stomach and not even flinch. Most of these kids would cry just seeing a syringe. Years later I fell out of a ceiling, hit my shoulder on a wooden bench, and had to be rushed to the ER. When my mom arrived the first thing she asked me was could I move my feet. I could, but all I could complain about was the fact that the EMTs had to cut my shirt off of me. And worse it was my favorite one, a Fender Guitars T-shirt. I was really into guitars at the time, still am. I also had to miss my buddy’s birthday party, still feel bad about that. For those who don’t know, the metal frames that hold up ceiling tiles, will NOT support the weight of a human body. Especially not two hundred fifteen pounds of it. Edit: Apparently I had also been flirting with the EMTs. I was a seventeen about to be eighteen year old boy and I was in an enclosed space with two very attractive twenty-something year old women. What was I supposed to do right?
Strange skills that could be considered a superpower: I have the uncanny ability to sell trial memberships to EVERYONE. At one job we had a special program that would let you save money around town. We got $1 for everyone we signed up. Most people sold 2-5 trials a week. I was regularly clocking in at 40+. Never lied, never pressured, just politely offering. I once sold the program to a cloistered nun. She's not allowed to leave the convent and I sold her a program that helped her "save money" IN TOWN. Left that job and I am still selling things left and right. Side note: I absolutely HATE sales positions.
For: "what can you do that seems really creepy." My mind has always been great with patterns. Not as much as I'm getting older, but I remember as a young child I could solve those mazes on the kids placemats at diners within like 4 seconds, which, may not sound impressive, but consider I was 7 at this point. Also, my math skills were freaking wild, I was solving Algebra equations in my head by 4th grade, and my vocabulary was always about 2 years ahead of my peers. I grew up in a Christian school and often could quote an entire passage verbatim off little prompting. I also knew based off the patterns of people's faces that I was viewed as weird if not creepy because of this and would keep quiet and my thoughts to myself or only share with adults I recognized as didn't find me creepy. Thanks to this curse, I can reliably speak 4 languages, perform most tasks on any computerized device regardless of familiarity with the software,recognize individual notes by each individual instrument in a song, NEVER FORGET A PERSONS FACE ... seriously, I recognised a friend I had in elementary school last week despite not having seen her since 3rd grade and that was 3 decades ago... and generally get by on my own with little to no help... however, my childhood experience has also caused me to create an artificial learning curve for myself so I still "need" to be trained just like everybody else, but the pace of learning I entirely control, and usually base it on how intimidating the task is to do on my own for social reasons than anything else. It's not that I can't do something, it's more my willingness to try verses my seriously OP brainpower, and ADHD causing me to loose interest at the flip of a switch.😅
When you grow up shy and don't want to be noticed you learn to be quiet. It freaks people out but I am also considerate and living at home I learned to close doors silently and not make noise. If people hear you they'll always stop to talk to you and I just wanted to be alone
I don't think this made anyone spoiled or myself less spoiled, but it surprised me to learn that of the 30 kids in my 5th grade class, I was the only one that did all my own laundry. It came up again in 9th grade on an overnight field trip where we stayed in a rented cabin. We were planting trees in a field for some non profit wild life conservation group. So our clothes were dirty and the cabin had a washer and dryer, and low and behold, the majority of the class still didn't know what all the knobs, buttons, and settings were for. I wasn't the only one who knew how to do it this time. Two other girls stepped up, so I ended up doing all the boys', and they handled the ladies. Side note, the reason I did my own laundry was because I'd never leave my clothes in a hamper, or organize them in anyway really, so my mom got tired of telling me to gather my laundry to wash. So one day she showed me how to do it myself, and said if I wasn't going to help make it easier for her, I'd just have to do it myself. And that was that. I don't know if she expected me to be all whiny about it, and start keeping my laundry more organized, but I liked this option better.
Story 4 on the quiet girl, to be honest, if I was born during that time and went to that school, I would’ve become best friends with her. She sounds nice and seems like she knows a lot about serial killers, and as someone who loves true crime, I’d be all ears to listen.
There was a guy I dated in 8th grade for like a week or 2. After we broke up we stayed close friends and would harass each other all the time. For some reason, whenever I would walk up to him, he wouldn’t hear me. I would literally jog or run up to him and he wouldn’t hear me until I spoke. He would jump a lot when that would happen and it was hilarious to me but also confusing. Another story, apparently when I was like in elementary school, I slept through an entire tornado siren. I slept all the way through my dad rushing into my room, picking me up, bringing me downstairs, laying me on the couch, and putting me back in bed when it was over. It certainly weirded my family out but they just laughed about it later. I never knew about it until I was like 15 or 16
I was the teacher. I was out of the office all day, but I needed to get a book out of my desk, I found that the test key was missing. T/F test 100/Q, after school I talked to the head teacher about it and by that time the test key was back in my desk. That night I changed the test so the new key 100% changed, removed 1 Q and added "Did you cheat in this test ....... F". The next day the class did the test. 21 of 25 students passed the test 100 to 79, the fail mark was 75, 4 students failed with the mark of 0, The part I loved was "Did you cheat in this test ........... T" but got 100% with the old key. Mother Karren came to the school about it. She made the head teacher review the mark and change it. That made it funny because I was wrong and it back fired on Karren Q34. Did you cheat in this test ....... T, that gave them 1/100, still a win for me. 3 students got 2 weeks off school and 1 student got 4 weeks off school, the other 3 named him as the one who took the test key.
About quiet kids: I was the quiet kid. Really anxious at the time, still anxious now but much less so. We were in middle school taking about space, the beginning of the universe, and how the universe could possibly end. One of the possibilities was "The Big Crunch" where everything just collapses in on itself and creates another "Big Bang." One of the girls in my class asked "wait, what happens to us if everything collapses?" And before the teacher would respond, I just said "oh, we'd die" and her eyes went kinda wide and was like "what?" And I said "yeah, we'd die. We'll be dead a long time before that happened, but any humans left would die." I accidentally gave a kid her first existential crisis. Pretty funny looking back, but it wasn't expected coming from me, that's for sure
I'm the spoiled brat and I didn't know about the existence of student loans until I was in college. I thought everyone just paid out of pocket for their kids. I knew genius kids and athletic kids got scholarships. But I didn't realize that they needed scholarships. I thought it was just some nice thing they got like a gift card or something. That was an awkward conversation.
The whole walking really quietly, i have it and it isnt good, my self worth was so low i leared to never be seen, letting me even cry in the middle of a packed crowd and no one will notice.
Actually, starting my freshman year, I'd mastered the art of being quiet, looking small, and dodging around others. I'd be in a hallway full of people crowding each other trying to get into one small doorway while a line of kids waiting for the buses is in the way and moving around them effortlessly without them noticing me. When I was in history class, a "friend" decided to tell me this and I quote, "Shut up you dishwasher." So, I'd raised my voice to a stern, calm, very loud level because I wanted to make sure he heard me and then said, "Toby, you shut up right now and apologize or you're not gonna like me anymore." I didn't get in trouble. The next few days pass and it's gym class. He decides to call me a dishwasher again. I call him a stupid suck up. In gym class, it was soccer. So, a rare opportunity where I have the ball, I nail him right in the nuts casually passing it off as an accident. I scored the winning point that ended the tie with that shot. Just to clarify some, my old school is very small and extremely sexist towards women and this pissed me off immensely since the pastor didn't even do anything to help when I'd reported it to him. Glad I got my revenge no matter how petty.
I was eerily quiet to as a child. At a very young age, I really wasn't loud. I was also apparently very... mature. I was told stories that I was always asked to spend the night with adults in the neighborhood even those without children because I could hold "adult" conversations. Nothing explicit or anything of that nature, but I would talk to them about my day and feelings and I would ask them about their days and showed genuine interest. I think what happened was I spent much of my time with adults. Yes, I had a few friends my age, but if I went to someone's house, you would find me with the seniors or adults (if I liked them. I was very famous for not liking many people) I would watch shows most children found boring. I grew up on The Golden Girls, Matlock, Perry Mason (both the original run and the reboot from the 90s), In The Heat of the Night.
With the "being too good at something" stories, I am very good at recognizing uses of colors and patterns in things (I call it my "autistic superpower" and yes, I am on the spectrum). Most of the time it's nothing but a party trick, pointing out use of colors in movies and TV shows and stuff. But I was watching a show as it aired with friends and there was a major mystery. I calmly replied that what really happened is character X is actually character Y. My friends thought I was crazy but I said they were the only two characters we had seen thus far with a specific color palette. And it turned out I was right.
A teen was trying to show he was hot stuff by walking in traffic and everyone had to stop and cater to him. Watched him learn the lesson that in the game of rock paper scissors when car vs human is involved...car wins.
I have two stories: When I was in grade seven, my mom changed my school a couple months into the new school year after getting an argument with the principal about something. I went from a tiny private school where one teacher taught two separate grades (mine was a 6/7 split) to a public all girls school. So I had missed the crucial first few weeks when cliques are formed. I had zero friends in my grade and was bullied a lot. The "queen bee" especially loved to bully me and the school's "punishments" did nothing to even slow her down. I used to be an aggressive and angry kid so my parents put me into martial arts at a young age where it was drilled into my head that you use what you learn to get away from attackers, not start fights. My dad (who I inherited my temperament from) also made sure that I understood that starting fights wasn't acceptable. So my bullies saw me as an easy target because I refused to fight back. I just kept telling the teachers when they did something. At the end of one day, we were all lined up at the back of the classroom waiting for the teacher to come back to the room and dismiss us. I had been chatting with one girl who was friendly enough when the "queen bee" started bullying me again. I had reached the end of my patience. I turned around, gave her one solid kick that staggered her and turned back to continue the conversation with the other girl. It took a second for me to notice that everyone had gone silent and was staring at me. After that, they all stopped bullying me. In later grades these same girls (except queen bee) tried to befriend me but I ignored them. I decided I was better off lonely than have friends like them In Highschool, I worked in the cafeteria to get a little bit of spending money and because you got free food on the days you worked. I was at the register and this one girl was giving me a hard time about something I no longer remember but remember being annoyed by at the time. She asked me to speak up or something like that after I took her order and said "next". I had thoroughly had enough of her and her crap. So, I took a deep breath in and shouted "NEXT!" as loud as I could. I managed to shout it loud enough that I startled the both of us. I remember my friends approaching me later saying that they had heard me at the far end of the cafeteria. Keep in mind that this was not a small highschool. There were roughly 1000 students while I was there and that cafeteria had to be big enough to seat all of them and still have room for the little kitchen I worked in, tables, chairs, microwaves, garbage cans, and still have enough space for students to line up to get food and for students to move around. That girl never gave me any more trouble when I rang her through
Sometimes I feel like these are things you have to do to bullies to get them to stop bc they don't learn at home or anywhere else. I was never super big so I didn't get as bullied as some but I got bullied a lot for being fat bc I went to a pretty small schooling system in a tiny southern town and that was just one of the main things the bullies liked to make trouble of people for. Needless to say really there was a few times I had to teach some of them not to bully in my own way that usually included a few good punches lol.
While I can move so silently I terrify people, I usually clop around like a clumsy horse to make certain any person within three hundred feet knows exactly where I am. Because if my parents didn't hear me coming....well, you didn't want to surprise my parents. You just didn't. I can also read the emotional state of everybody in a room at a glance on first entry. While a super-power, as an innate necessary survival skill for a six-year-old child, it sucked. I was never diagnosed with ADHD or ASD and don't seem to have them (if anything, I hyper-focus and over-read emotional states), but have also developed the necessary ability to pay attention to multiple verbal and other language (reading) streams at once. Again, a necessary survival skill very early on in life. Sucked. I also pay attention to my entire visual field, including right out to the edge of the periphery, at all times. Sucks. My parents will tell you that I had a perfect, privileged childhood with everything I ever wanted. Materially...even there, no. It was everything they thought I wanted and wished to give me, and if I wasn't appreciative of things I didn't want and didn't have any interest in but they thought I should... Yeah, sucks. As an adult, I finally learned to paint and don't have any musical instruments in the house.
I was the quiet kid in school, because of undiagnosed autism I rarely spoke in class which led to me getting stuff thrown at me to get my attention; at one point I had a breakdown in English because it had gotten too loud for me so I just left the classroom on the verge of tears, which led to me having people threaten to beat me up if they saw me crying again; which in turn made me even more quieter, I didn’t start talking to people until I was in around year 10 because I was so scared to reach out to people
I have an annoying memory, I hear some random useless fact and I'll remember it months, even years later. But I can't remember people's names if I'm not hanging out with them regularly.
32:01 I've been told it's because if you get the question wrong, if you explain everything you can still get marks for parts of the explanation done right, if you say nothing and get it wrong, there's nothing to go by.
4:01 As somebody who did a stupid thing to pinch a nerve in _my_ back and was left unable to even move too much without pain and once *squeaked* in complete agony that it activated my mother’s “Bear Senses”, I can agree.
I have a story: My friend is pretty attractive so he has quite a few girls he texts he talks to me about them because we trust each other very much anyway I always know which one he is texting and usually what it’s about based off his facial expressions (which he is very subtle about using) and sometimes he is surprised. The last time I went to his house I did it twice and each time he was equally surprised. He’s started to pick up the ability to just notice things because I’ll point things out to him. This story is just one example of me reading a person or a situation. I do it to my other friends also, usually I will say out loud 2 ideas I have of what going on then ask them if either are right then I’ll wait for one more little thing to happen then say one of the two out loud. I have only been wrong once. Story 2: I have really good hearing and I can block out other noises if I focus on one noise. This helps because I know very many things about classmates that I don’t think they want me knowing. Most of the time I don’t even try to listen to them but they talk in the most noticeable spots (some how no one else notices) and they don’t notice that I exist so they just blabber on while I walking by and I usually can get a lot from just about 10 seconds, it’s even funnier when I’m literally sitting in same same area within 10 feet and they just ignore me then wonder why ik so much. This isn’t a story but I tend to overthink things a lot. I’ll just simplify it to the point it only makes sense to me but the problem is I usually say these things out loud so people who hear get really confused and creeped out. If I’m not doing something then I think and if I think I will overthink so I try to keep myself occupied.
my quiet kid story: I was the quiet kid in my classes. This was 11th grade in my history class. I was sat at a table with a couple of talkative students. I think the teacher sat me with them as an example and to help the students stay on track, because I remember my teacher asking me to help them at one point, but I didn't. At this point in time for the story, we were watching a Vietnam war documentary and it was telling the side of the story of the Vietnamese people. The talkative students were talking and being loud and the teacher tells them to be quiet and focus on the video. One of the students turns to me and asks whats going on in the video. I give them a quick summary and he looks at the screen then looks at me and asks "you can speak Vietnam?". He saw the documentary was interviewing a Vietnamese woman and at the second he looked at the screen the closed captions had been off the screen as the woman was finishing up her story. He thought I could understand what the woman was saying, I could not, and he also called the Vietnamese language as just Vietnam. I just said there were English closed captions and then went back to watching the video. I thought it was funny. I do understand a handful of foreign languages, but those students didn't know that. Really only my family knew I liked to learn different languages. The situation made me consider learning Vietnamese, but to this day I haven't started. I've added it to my list tho
I was a quite kid in primary school and both secondary schools and the 2 colleges i went to. I would atill talk just not oftern. People would act shocked when i said something. I just use to people watch and not talk to folk with common interest i found most people boring or just rude so i kept to myself because I could use my brain to distract or entertain myself.
There are some pretty good speed reading classes out there. I took one in hs bc my mom was angry I was dyslexic. Shocker didn't cure it but I can say I can speed read now.
I have a friend who can guess plot twists in movies within the first 5 minutes of watching it. She’s not always right, but she got the ending of Captain America The Winter Solider spot on within the first few minutes of the movie. I don’t know if it was just a really predictable movie or not, but it’s the quickest she’s gotten it right.
I’m a 430 lbs 6’2” man that moves more quietly than my cats. I’ve been behind people when they weren’t expecting on numerous occasions and comes in real handy around Halloween.
On suspicious skills,well it's not that suspicious but I have Asperger's and work retail cashiering(the job isn't too hard and my coworkers are nice, most customers are tolerable but there are a few that just grind my gears)and part of that is checking people's IDs if they're buying age-restricted items-anybody who doesn't look visibly in their 50's I flag, and some customers I've memorized their birthdates based on their faces. I'm also on the quieter side and am short in stature and tend to stand at my podium watching the area and have snuck up on some people on occasion.
I'm a huge d&d nerd 3.5 preferably. But I always did homework in school or on the school bus. I'm almost legally blind in one eye. So I can only read about 3-4 hours a day or I get crippling migraines. One year in middle school we had to read something boring to me books and I wanted to read what I was interested in. The teacher told me I'd have to repeat 7th grade. I told him I can read better than 90% of this school. He said some bs. Luckily for me I was always in the to 10% of my school on the end of year government mandated testing. So they couldn't hold me back or it would look like they were trying to improve their test scores. Which the county I live in has had a lot of trouble with underperforming students.
One about the being to good at something. I am apparently "to good" at reading people as well. I can simply look at someone and tell if their an asshole or not. It came in handy with every bf my sister introduced me to. She sadly has a horrible taste in guys as most guys she's dated has either been a criminal or just downright a bad dude. Each time I was right and she didn't listen. 1st glance at most of them I told her he was bad news she never believed me until it was to late every time. One of them even held her a gun point at one time just bc she refused to give him money. It came in handy with my friends relationships as well to the point they started calling Professor X from X-Men and they started asking me about ppl that they had a crush on to make sure they were a good person and if they should go for it. They also tell me I should be a detective with my unnatural ability to read ppl lol
I was the Semi-Quiet kid Only interacting if I felt I had to And never had homework because I often just did it in class "No, no, Axel, you're supposed to take that home and do it..." "Ohhhhh, okay..." *finishes it in the next class anyway...*
For anyone wondering Asia and Europe are separated by the Ural Mountains which separates the Asian and European parts of Russia as well as some of Kazakhstan
Apparently I'm a Numbers Guy Because of how I can do kinds of Math without pen and paper and a calculator, often got in some light trouble with my Math teachers on how I solved the problem without showing my work I prefer Calculus to Algebra Because Numbers and Letters should not always be the same thing
story 10: my math teachers did not like me when i was in schools. they made us show how we solved the problems, i would put the answer down, it would be correct, then i would write the process down. I remember one teacher who confronted me one day, asking how i got the correct answer, but the process was wrong. I'd tell them i did the math in my head, but i'd forget how i did it by the time i finished the test/quiz. eventually a few teachers just checked the answers and didn't care about the process. other times my parents would get mad because they would mark the entire answer as wrong because they would write out the entire thing, but the answer i put was correct, even with their math.
I have exceptionaly good hearing so once with my headphones on and falling asleep an hour prior woke up during recess and peeked to see to teachers kissing each other the thing is one of the teachers was married and definitely not the other teacher and through the niose canceling headphones heard them talking about how unsatisfied they were with their smex life, I was 7 at the time and understood everything they said
I got 3 things. 1. I can read really fast, faster then people can speak. 2. I'm either so quiet you can't find me or so loud you can hear me over everything. 3. I'm good at picking up small things that people don't think others notice. I just learned to keep most of it to myself.
In that very first story, for those who don't know, the author was referencing her chronic illness regarding the muscle strains. EDS is Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome, a genetic defect where the body doesn't create collagen properly. Unfortunately, collagen is the building block for a LOT of things in the body, but especially connective tissues like ligaments and tendons, and it's what keeps your skin firm and tight. Because of the weakened connective tissue, people with EDS are prone to partial dislocations known as "subluxations". The severity and frequency of these depends on the variant of EDS and the severity of each person's case, but they're incredibly painful.
A combo of walking silently and being really good at diffusing high stress situations. Grew up in a hella traumatizing home so yea.....I wear bells/bangles now so I don't scare people. The body language thing too
For the skills that are creepy if you're too good at them: Divination. Its not a common skill, but when people think Divination, they think Tarot cards, which are a toy, in most people's eyes. The key to Divination, though, is the what, where, and how. What cards are you using? Where do the cards fall in the spread? How did the cards fall within their places? It is a skill. One I have scared people with because my readings are weirdly accurate. Granted they tend to come to fruition six months to a year after the reading itself, but readings also cover the past and present, not just the future, so aspects of people's lives tend to be put on display through the cards, even if I have no concept of who they are.
Im quite a quiet walker, even with my platform boots. Multiple times I have moved to the other side of a friend im walking with to move out of the way of other people without my friend noticing.
26:59 on the previous story. I'd rather have my surgeon crack jokes with me, than not being personable. Being humorous is a coping mechanism when I'm in a lot of pain, if I'm beyond making jokes. It's super serious.
Telling ages. The furthest I've ever been of by is 5 years, but more often than not I'm +/-1 year from a person's actual age. Needless to say, there were a number of my teachers who did not like my little party trick. I had one that looked real young, average person wouldn't have guessed past 26, especially since they had just started. Even though this was 3rd grade, I had learned to ask people in private, and waited after class to ask if she was about 44. The interrogation that followed from her and my parents laughter afterwards still makes me chuckle.
On the too good at things I can organize and memorize where things are far to well. My mom asked me where the tong we feed snakes with were. Told her the four locations I'd seen it in the last month....was a tong in each spot. Like really dumb places too. Top of the fridge, behind one of the lizards tanks, hanging on a nail in the bathroom cabinet and one was stuck behind a dresser....its a curse
I wanted to learn to cook from a young age... Parents refused till I could reach over the stove. I think they did everything in their power to not have any actual family time. Eh: we never played family games, and I mean never. No monopoly, chess or checkers. Only me and my brother played checkers.
Weird talent: Predictions and walking silently. I have been able to (when being serious) predict major events (Russia, Inflation, Disney's downfall). Also, I accidentally scare everyone everywhere I go. Even people who know how quiet I can get.
I'm calling those knowledge blind spots "dumb spots." I'm smart in but if knowledge in a certain area was a solid object, my English Language Arts (ELA) smarts would look like Swiss cheeze with the amount of dumb spots in it
When I was young, I was the 1st grandchild of the family. As a rule of thumb I always felt to push the envelope. When I say that I mean, because I'm small and quiet I could hide for hours in plain sight. Or would jump scare family members because I knew how to engage stealth mode. 40 yrs later I used my stealth mode on a coworker in his late 20's-early 30's. It was TITS!!!! And I told him as much, he agreed.
I listen to this channel and others like it whilst playing video games and this time I was playing Minecraft (if you watched the whole video you know where I'm going with this) during the coining story I was busy planting trees and he says Minecraft (I wasn't paying attention) and my heart dropped scared me silly lol
Ify long post and all over the place and venting, sorry in advance. Little note, I don't know if this would be important to this vent/story, but I'm Mexican if it anything would explain certain things. So enjoy or feel pity or both. Sometimes I feel like my grandparents on my mom's side "forget" I can speak Spanish. They've been teaching me how to speak and still are the language ever since I could form actual words and sentences and have babysat me on Saturdays while my mom was at work. Even though I have three older brothers 8-14 years older than me and I'm the youngest and only girl. I guess she didn't and still doesn't trust them. I'd had to get up at 4 something in the morning cause my mom went in at five. I was in elementary school so waking up that early on a Saturday only to fall back asleep like 15 minutes later. I had a dog at the time and occasionally I would bring her with me, but I still didn't like being without her. Anyway, Spanish isn't my first language but it is my second. In order to communicate with my grandparents on both sides I NEEDED to learn Spanish or else I'm staring blankly, smiling and nodding or asking my mom or whoever is there to translate for me. Sometimes I'd go over to their house with my mom to visit, I'd be with my grandpa in the kitchen or his room while my mom and grandma are talking in the den or in her room. They don't sleep in the same room, says a lot about their marriage too. Occasionally, while I'm talking to my grandpa, or I'm just chilling cause he's at work, I would hear my grandma talk smack about mainly me, my brothers, my mom and my grandpa. My grandma's voice echos through the house. She isn't talking loud, but loud enough where I can hear and understand what she's saying from another room. ONLY on my mom's side my grandparents would diss on my parents, me and my brothers. Of course we've grown used to their smack talking because we all grew up with it and my grandparents even talk smack about each other. Too incompetent or too picky, yadda, yadda. But it still kinda stings that they say those kind of things ONLY about my family. My cousins and uncles and aunt could do no wrong. Especially my oldest uncle and his kids, except his oldest daughter who has some issues, but I'll keep her issues to myself. God forbid MY family make a small mistake or crack a mild joke that would barely hurt anyone and we'd get a stern talking to on how that was stupid or we shouldn't have said that. But if anyone else did it it's just a minor hiccup or it's the funniest thing they've ever heard. They literally complain all the time, that it's the only thing they know how to do. They only praised me about my childhood when I was skinny, ran around and only eat fruits and veggies. I don't remember the last time I've ever gotten a compliment from them or ever getting one from them, except reminiscing on when I was like 5 or 6. I'm 21 now and have a medical condition. I'm not a religious person, but my grandpa is and suggested I get an exorcism. I stared at him blankly and I didn't know how to tell him "that's fuking stupid" in Spanish in a polite way to an old person, so I just stayed quiet and let him rant on about how I needed to get some demon or whatever out of my body or something. Ever since 2021 I started identifying as ace came out to my friends, cousins and brothers. When I came out to my mom this year she said the usual "how do you know you don't like it if you've never tried it?" I don't want to come out to my grandparents because, especially my grandpa, would talk about religion on how humans need to do it and blah, blah, blah. Not only would I tune out a rant like that, as I did with the exorcism convo, but I wouldn't know how to justify it in Spanish and convince him ace people exist and are valid and that aro people exist and are valid. I have a gay uncle and gay brother. Shouldn't a hetero romantic granddaughter be good enough? It's too much and I don't want to waste my time, breath and energy and learn how to communicate that kind of stuff with them. Just the fact they'll say those kind of things behind our backs and to our face with no sympathy just really bothers me. I love them very much, but it still stings ever since I realized they were insults. Again, sorry this is so long, but I felt it must be said. Thank you if you've read the whole thing. Sorry for putting you through it and hope you're doing better than I am and if you're in bad state right now, I hope things get better for you and you find peace. 🤗💛
I'm fairly certain the definitions given around 46mins is incorrect. Soicopath and psychopath are both misused terms, and my understanding is that they are different ends of a spectrum known as Anti-Social Personality Disorder. I suggest people start there for more information, and consult books like "The Psychopath Test" by Jon Ronson and "Confessions of a Sociopath" by M. E. Thomas for primers.
Last winter/spring during a basketball tournament for Special Olympics I gotten knocked over onto the floor so hard that I hurt my back so much so I felt so afraid and I never felt that afraid before
I was also the guy who often made friends with the quiet kids Why? Why not? I didn't give a damn about my reputation or my public image I was the guy who was talking it up with the kids who had no-one to talk it up with Social Butterfly was the term But I was more inclined to think I was more of a Social Cat than a butterfly
Part 1 End of story 1 at 4:22 End of Story 2 at 7:56 End of Story 3 at 8:54 End of story 4 at 9:57 End of Story 5 at 12:39 Part 2 End of story 1 at 15:38 End of story 2 at 18:08 End of story 3 at 20:04
Story 1: As someone who received major damage to my back when i was 8 cuz i got into a car accident, having to deal with said pain for the past 11yrs has been rough- and I understand OP, back pains are the worst kinds of chronic pains and can sometimes be life threatening. I hope OP's back is much better now, and so is the girl. F.Y.I- I know my comment has nothing to do with OP's story but i'm mostly concerned about their back 😅
55:23 Graphs being an estimated area of Location. Metrics estimating an area of size differentials. Geo is form by axis. X=(Length) Y=(Height) Z=(Width) by 3D Model. I have Autism, and I know that.
i was giggling to myself at the end of the second story when you were talking about your experience cooking im 11 yrs old and im cooking rn while watching this vid btw you make amazing content keep it up
The story about being too quiet I am that exact way I scare my current girlfriend and even though I don't try to walk silently or be silent I wear pretty bulky cowboy boots that make some noise but yet for some odd reason I'm quiet
Hi Mainly Facts, Good to finally see you. 🙂 It's interesting how, when you finally see someone's face after hearing them for so long, you have built up a completely different picture in your mind. It reminds me of when I first heard Rick Astley and finally saw his face after several months of listening to him. The most common reaction everyone had was, "Wait, he's white?" 😂😂😂
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being silent when walking is creepy to my mom and housemate. My sister and I weren't always silent when we walked, but we used to live in a first floor house with no upper or lower floors. After moving we live in a second floor with a upper and lower floor. The people upstairs are sometimes noisy with running around (They had a three year old so that's understandable) We were in High School, someone moved in downstairs and complained that our walking around the house is too loud. Mom gave us a talking to telling us to walk as gently and softly as possible because the person downstairs is too demanding and she doesn't want to deal with his antics or hear avoidable complaints. We learned to walk silently. Fast forward to a few years after the dude downstairs moved out, mom always got a shock whenever we walk over to her making no noise as we walked. We also have a newer housemate at that point, and he was always shocked calling us "ghosts" or saying stuff like "It's like you floated over instead of walked because of how silent you walked."
I have a cousin that I felt sure would end up in prison or expired before he had a chance to grow up. He was spoiled by his guardians/grandparents because of medical issues he had. He would do whatever he wanted whenever he wanted with little more than a half-hearted scolding. It was so bad that my teenaged brother had to leave home when this cousin visited to keep from coming to blows with the child. I don't know what happened but he grew up to be a nice, polite young man that would do anything for anyone. I'm glad he proved us wrong.
Likely realized that they were becoming a product of their environment and knew they needed to be the one to change.
Either that or someone might have either given him the ass kicking he needed or showed him that consequences exist.
My childhood best friend was a spoiled brat. I grew up in a more economically depressed town, and she really basked in the fact that she had a bigger house, more toys, etc. than the rest of us. She stole my notebook one time and I called her out on it. Her mom sent me home, and I happily went with my notebook as her mom started laying into her. That summer, she wasn’t around at all, and I found out she’d done this multiple times, and as punishment, her parents had her do chores all summer. Like, making copies for them at work, being responsible for kitchen cleanup after dinner, stuff like that. It took a fair amount of time, but she was ultimately humbled.
In addition to what you were saying about sociopath just being thrown around, there's also the fact that currently, at least in the US going by the DSM and APA, you *cant* diagnose anyone under 18 with sociopathy/psychopathy. Below the age of 18 certain precursor disorders might be named, like oppositional defiance disorder, but it came from psychiatrists not exactly agreeing on this, but most thinking if you recognize early signs of these conditions, you can help prevent it from becoming a more dangerous condition in adulthood.
Anyway, my story: when I was a kid, my uncle married a woman that had a son from a previous marriage, and they also had a son together that was four or five years younger than the older son (older son was a year or two older than me). The older son found out I was terrified of spiders and before a visit he filled a jar with them and dumped them on me. I acted like I was on fire and had to hosed off for a while before I would believe they were all gone.
This was literal child's play compared to what he did to his younger brother. When the younger son was about 11 or 12 (by this point my uncle was no longer with their mother), he confided in his mother that his brother had been abusing him in pretty much every way possible. Some of it she knew from things like the older son literally tried to castrate his younger brother, but when she heard her younger son's story, she decided to stand by the older son and place the younger one win a mental health facility where he spent the rest of his childhood.
My uncle was an alcoholic, what lead to his divorce, but he tried desperately to sober up and meet the conditions needed to get custody of his son. Unfortunately, a doctor's visit just before he was to be evaluated for custody revealed he had an inoperable malignant brain tumor and not long to live. My cousin didn't get out of the hospital until he was 18, but he was promptly put on disability and into low-income housing. He did try to see his father as much as possible, but by then the tumor had ruined both his existing memories and his ability to make new ones, so he forgot the last ten years of his life and when you told him what happened, he'd forget again as soon as he fell asleep and woke up. He didn't recognize his son as an adult, didn't know he was divorced, didn't know his mother had died, etc. It was a tragic story all around.
Can confirm, being hit at 40mph/60kph, when you have Ehlers-Danlos syndrome, is a whole horror of its own. I had to give up jiujuutsu because of it.
I got a story
I used to go to a Catholic school. Growing up, we had a music class. I decided to play the piano, I was pretty bad at it and everyone made fun of me. Over the summer I practiced a lot. When school came back around I was one of the best players in the class.
Someone asked me what happened, and just having seen the crossroads movie I jokingly said I sold my soul to the devil. That joke was taking a little too seriously by a lot of the kids, and they were convinced it was true.
No one really talk to me anymore, and I had to talk to the priests a couple times. They thought i was lying about practice. They made me switch instruments, because they were convinced it was from the devil, so my talent was now seen as the devil's work.
Interesting fact, the walking silently, reading emotions, and entering a robot mode, are hallmarks of childhood trauma and are learned skills to try and avoid wrathful parents.
the "distracted" listening like overhearing peoples conversations or what not is also a note of adhd and ASD. I know because I'm on the spectrum and did this through my psychology class in high school, it freaked the rest of the class out when they got frustrated by apparent lack of focus, to be asked a question and got it 100% right.
They also can have nothing to do with trauma. I'm tired of people online commenting shit like this and making people freak that they may have trauma just because they do the thing. Not everything is a trauma response or the result of a disorder
That's interesting and I'm glad you commented this, thank you!
I'm the quiet kid. But people don't bully me for it. But I do tend to accidentally spook people when I walk over because apparently I walk really quietly. Like, one time, I went to ask my teacher for help, I'm a sophomore in high school, so sometimes I stay after school for help. Anyways I went to ask for help, and she was turned away from me getting papers or something. I said "Excuse me" and she jumped. I honestly feel bad when I do this. So now I usually try to make some kind of noise so people know I'm coming over
I've spooked my parents a few times for over a decade and a half by walking into the kitchen or into my parents' room when they thought I was either not home or asleep in my room (I'd be playing video games while listening to YT).😅
I nearly caused my pregnant teacher to go into labor from stress because she thought she lost me on a field trip, I was literally just waiting by a bench less than 10ft away.
I wouldn't want a massive bee as a roommate either, spoiled or not. In my day, bees lived in hives during college, except for like three drones I knew who rented a flat together and threw the wildest parties.
25:47 - I’m ridiculously good at moving quietly, but never when I actually *want* to move quietly. I refer to it as my “useless superpower” on a regular basis.
When I was in middle school I was super quiet, only talked to a handful of friends. We had a student teacher and he was awesome. It was his first time on his own with the class who all decided to act out because our normal teacher wasn’t in there. The student teacher tried to get everyone’s attention and was struggling so I just stood up from my desk and yelled “shut the f*** up” and sat down. They all shut up looked at me then looked at the teacher. He was so glad someone did it that it was all he talked to my mom about at conferences. That year was awesome!
wait...... wait wait wait that is my story! I'm the ex walmart associate who found that lady opening all the chargers. This is super cool to hear my story being read out loud in a youtube video! I shared that story in a comment on another one! Thanks mainly fact! :D This is awesome!
Yay good for u!
The not being noticed walking into a room thing is something i do WAY too often to my mother.
Im a toewalker (achilles tendons are busted with very quiet footsteps and have been years) and we have multiple dogs so theres times where ive been able to walk all the way down the stairs and into either the kitchen or the living room without being heard resulting in spooky moments. Thankfully the dogs tend to spot me so its a couple times a month occurance and not a constant one.
Having quiet footsteps also results in me not being heard leaving rooms resulting in people talking to themselves after ive wandered off.
Knew someone in School who thought she could get away with Murder because her Dad was a Govenor of the School.
She forgot he took the impartiality of his position VERY seriously and only remembered when her own Father stood before her in the Head's Office and told her, not only was she expelled, but she was grounded for the next three years except for Church and School.
Damn, what had she done to get in trouble?
@@miramyth2971 Can't go too much into details but let's just say it wasn't good
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I have a friend that thought that all balloons floated when you just blew air into it. I found out when she wondered out loud why the balloons we were blowing into (for a surprise proposal) didn't float. There were a few of us friends there and we just all stopped and kinda stared at her for a bit before laughing our arses off. We all then told her that balloons floated because it was filled with helium and not just 'air'. She was obviously embarrassed but we made it clear that we weren't laughing to be mean. We were all just so astonished that she never knew this piece of information because it was definitely taught in school and no one told her about it! The best part is that she does quality check involving chemicals and metals for a living and was about to study biochemistry in University. I have a few more instances of her but I can't remember them now. We all had a good laugh that day and our friend (not her) said yes.
Some of these people have HORRIBLE grammar 😭 props to you for being able to push through it
had a similar thing happen where i was a live concert (loud music and many people around) and i yet still dozed off! i wasn't bored or uninterested, but after nearly 2 straight sleepless nights, sleep won. luckily my friend woke me up and was fully awake for the rest of the afternoon and night.
My cousin was spoilt and coddled by her parents when we were kids. Every trip they took, my cousin would get a present. She would pout whenever she didn’t get her way, and despite that I was always nice to her, she would go participate in bullying against me.
Now fast track to adulthood, my cousin did not graduate high school, move out of her parent’s house or get a job. Her mother tolerates her being a bum living in the basement while the rest of us are home owners, married and gainfully employed.
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57:44 A parent tried to argue with me like that. He apparently thought he was the prosecutor in a trial, and his job was to "catch me in a lie". So he kept throwing arguments and challenges at me, then changing the subject before I could answer with a full sentence. To him, this meant he was an expert at the art of debate. He took a breath, which allowed me to answer a question. Then he said, "You know what guilty people do? They change the subject!" and leaned back, crossed his arms and gave me a smug expression on his face that said he had "won" the parent-teacher conference.
Congratulations, pal, but your kid still can't read.
A kid I grew up with was given everything & had very little discipline. When we were in our late 20's, he happened to stop in the C-store where I worked. He then bragged that his mom paid for a bail bondsman to be on call for him & his buddies. The last time I saw him, he looked like a withered old man with his mom pushing his wheel chair....at the age of 50 or maybe a bit younger. I don't know if he ever learned, but life did catch up to him, unfortunately......
As an employee of Securitas and a person who knows enough spanish to get by in many situations, the very last story hurts my brain in ways I wish I could pass along to the person stupid enough to claim that "Securitas" was spanish for security to begin with. I wish ignorance were painful, so that we would avoid it when it happened.
A guy I grew up with was ALWAYS a brat. When we were teens & at another family's graduation party, he decided that an accidental hit with a pool ball (I was like my dad....ALOT of English, so the ball would go off the edge) deserved my being hit over the head with a pool cue.....hard.... Ran into him several years later when he bragged that his mom had a bail bondsman on retainer for him & him buddies. The next time I saw him, he looked like a wrinkled up old man before the age of 50, & has now passed. (At 54/55 I believe) I don't think he ever learned to be a good person before he passed 😢
My special ability is being able to withstand pain. I was diagnosed with juvenile diabetes at age six and as a kid my family attended many church dinners, we’re Baptist. And recall many times when I would have to check my blood sugar and would immediately be surrounded by a group of kids from five to ten years old all in awe of how I could prick my finger to draw blood and moments later would get a shot in my arm or stomach and not even flinch. Most of these kids would cry just seeing a syringe. Years later I fell out of a ceiling, hit my shoulder on a wooden bench, and had to be rushed to the ER. When my mom arrived the first thing she asked me was could I move my feet. I could, but all I could complain about was the fact that the EMTs had to cut my shirt off of me. And worse it was my favorite one, a Fender Guitars T-shirt. I was really into guitars at the time, still am. I also had to miss my buddy’s birthday party, still feel bad about that.
For those who don’t know, the metal frames that hold up ceiling tiles, will NOT support the weight of a human body. Especially not two hundred fifteen pounds of it.
Edit: Apparently I had also been flirting with the EMTs. I was a seventeen about to be eighteen year old boy and I was in an enclosed space with two very attractive twenty-something year old women. What was I supposed to do right?
Strange skills that could be considered a superpower: I have the uncanny ability to sell trial memberships to EVERYONE. At one job we had a special program that would let you save money around town. We got $1 for everyone we signed up. Most people sold 2-5 trials a week. I was regularly clocking in at 40+. Never lied, never pressured, just politely offering. I once sold the program to a cloistered nun. She's not allowed to leave the convent and I sold her a program that helped her "save money" IN TOWN. Left that job and I am still selling things left and right. Side note: I absolutely HATE sales positions.
For: "what can you do that seems really creepy." My mind has always been great with patterns. Not as much as I'm getting older, but I remember as a young child I could solve those mazes on the kids placemats at diners within like 4 seconds, which, may not sound impressive, but consider I was 7 at this point. Also, my math skills were freaking wild, I was solving Algebra equations in my head by 4th grade, and my vocabulary was always about 2 years ahead of my peers.
I grew up in a Christian school and often could quote an entire passage verbatim off little prompting. I also knew based off the patterns of people's faces that I was viewed as weird if not creepy because of this and would keep quiet and my thoughts to myself or only share with adults I recognized as didn't find me creepy. Thanks to this curse, I can reliably speak 4 languages, perform most tasks on any computerized device regardless of familiarity with the software,recognize individual notes by each individual instrument in a song, NEVER FORGET A PERSONS FACE ... seriously, I recognised a friend I had in elementary school last week despite not having seen her since 3rd grade and that was 3 decades ago... and generally get by on my own with little to no help... however, my childhood experience has also caused me to create an artificial learning curve for myself so I still "need" to be trained just like everybody else, but the pace of learning I entirely control, and usually base it on how intimidating the task is to do on my own for social reasons than anything else. It's not that I can't do something, it's more my willingness to try verses my seriously OP brainpower, and ADHD causing me to loose interest at the flip of a switch.😅
When you grow up shy and don't want to be noticed you learn to be quiet. It freaks people out but I am also considerate and living at home I learned to close doors silently and not make noise. If people hear you they'll always stop to talk to you and I just wanted to be alone
He looks like a guy in a movie named Butch who owns rottweilers and a gun store but has a huge love for building and his dogs
I don't think this made anyone spoiled or myself less spoiled, but it surprised me to learn that of the 30 kids in my 5th grade class, I was the only one that did all my own laundry. It came up again in 9th grade on an overnight field trip where we stayed in a rented cabin. We were planting trees in a field for some non profit wild life conservation group. So our clothes were dirty and the cabin had a washer and dryer, and low and behold, the majority of the class still didn't know what all the knobs, buttons, and settings were for. I wasn't the only one who knew how to do it this time. Two other girls stepped up, so I ended up doing all the boys', and they handled the ladies.
Side note, the reason I did my own laundry was because I'd never leave my clothes in a hamper, or organize them in anyway really, so my mom got tired of telling me to gather my laundry to wash. So one day she showed me how to do it myself, and said if I wasn't going to help make it easier for her, I'd just have to do it myself. And that was that. I don't know if she expected me to be all whiny about it, and start keeping my laundry more organized, but I liked this option better.
Story 4 on the quiet girl, to be honest, if I was born during that time and went to that school, I would’ve become best friends with her. She sounds nice and seems like she knows a lot about serial killers, and as someone who loves true crime, I’d be all ears to listen.
There was a guy I dated in 8th grade for like a week or 2. After we broke up we stayed close friends and would harass each other all the time. For some reason, whenever I would walk up to him, he wouldn’t hear me. I would literally jog or run up to him and he wouldn’t hear me until I spoke. He would jump a lot when that would happen and it was hilarious to me but also confusing.
Another story, apparently when I was like in elementary school, I slept through an entire tornado siren. I slept all the way through my dad rushing into my room, picking me up, bringing me downstairs, laying me on the couch, and putting me back in bed when it was over. It certainly weirded my family out but they just laughed about it later. I never knew about it until I was like 15 or 16
I was the teacher. I was out of the office all day, but I needed to get a book out of my desk, I found that the test key was missing. T/F test 100/Q, after school I talked to the head teacher about it and by that time the test key was back in my desk. That night I changed the test so the new key 100% changed, removed 1 Q and added "Did you cheat in this test ....... F". The next day the class did the test. 21 of 25 students passed the test 100 to 79, the fail mark was 75, 4 students failed with the mark of 0, The part I loved was "Did you cheat in this test ........... T" but got 100% with the old key.
Mother Karren came to the school about it. She made the head teacher review the mark and change it. That made it funny because I was wrong and it back fired on Karren Q34. Did you cheat in this test ....... T, that gave them 1/100, still a win for me. 3 students got 2 weeks off school and 1 student got 4 weeks off school, the other 3 named him as the one who took the test key.
About quiet kids: I was the quiet kid. Really anxious at the time, still anxious now but much less so. We were in middle school taking about space, the beginning of the universe, and how the universe could possibly end. One of the possibilities was "The Big Crunch" where everything just collapses in on itself and creates another "Big Bang."
One of the girls in my class asked "wait, what happens to us if everything collapses?" And before the teacher would respond, I just said "oh, we'd die" and her eyes went kinda wide and was like "what?" And I said "yeah, we'd die. We'll be dead a long time before that happened, but any humans left would die."
I accidentally gave a kid her first existential crisis. Pretty funny looking back, but it wasn't expected coming from me, that's for sure
I'm 6 foot four inches, 280 lbs, and I walk with a light step. I'm constantly startling people. It's not intentional.
I'm the spoiled brat and I didn't know about the existence of student loans until I was in college. I thought everyone just paid out of pocket for their kids. I knew genius kids and athletic kids got scholarships. But I didn't realize that they needed scholarships. I thought it was just some nice thing they got like a gift card or something. That was an awkward conversation.
The whole walking really quietly, i have it and it isnt good, my self worth was so low i leared to never be seen, letting me even cry in the middle of a packed crowd and no one will notice.
Actually, starting my freshman year, I'd mastered the art of being quiet, looking small, and dodging around others. I'd be in a hallway full of people crowding each other trying to get into one small doorway while a line of kids waiting for the buses is in the way and moving around them effortlessly without them noticing me. When I was in history class, a "friend" decided to tell me this and I quote, "Shut up you dishwasher." So, I'd raised my voice to a stern, calm, very loud level because I wanted to make sure he heard me and then said, "Toby, you shut up right now and apologize or you're not gonna like me anymore." I didn't get in trouble. The next few days pass and it's gym class. He decides to call me a dishwasher again. I call him a stupid suck up. In gym class, it was soccer. So, a rare opportunity where I have the ball, I nail him right in the nuts casually passing it off as an accident. I scored the winning point that ended the tie with that shot. Just to clarify some, my old school is very small and extremely sexist towards women and this pissed me off immensely since the pastor didn't even do anything to help when I'd reported it to him. Glad I got my revenge no matter how petty.
I was eerily quiet to as a child. At a very young age, I really wasn't loud. I was also apparently very... mature. I was told stories that I was always asked to spend the night with adults in the neighborhood even those without children because I could hold "adult" conversations. Nothing explicit or anything of that nature, but I would talk to them about my day and feelings and I would ask them about their days and showed genuine interest.
I think what happened was I spent much of my time with adults. Yes, I had a few friends my age, but if I went to someone's house, you would find me with the seniors or adults (if I liked them. I was very famous for not liking many people) I would watch shows most children found boring. I grew up on The Golden Girls, Matlock, Perry Mason (both the original run and the reboot from the 90s), In The Heat of the Night.
With the "being too good at something" stories, I am very good at recognizing uses of colors and patterns in things (I call it my "autistic superpower" and yes, I am on the spectrum). Most of the time it's nothing but a party trick, pointing out use of colors in movies and TV shows and stuff. But I was watching a show as it aired with friends and there was a major mystery. I calmly replied that what really happened is character X is actually character Y. My friends thought I was crazy but I said they were the only two characters we had seen thus far with a specific color palette. And it turned out I was right.
show name?
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The more I think about it, the more I realize I’m definitely the quiet kid in a lot kid my classes. I’m an ambivert, so I never thought about it.
Wow same dude- minus the train part- as I'm an insanely heavy sleeper
A teen was trying to show he was hot stuff by walking in traffic and everyone had to stop and cater to him. Watched him learn the lesson that in the game of rock paper scissors when car vs human is involved...car wins.
I have two stories:
When I was in grade seven, my mom changed my school a couple months into the new school year after getting an argument with the principal about something. I went from a tiny private school where one teacher taught two separate grades (mine was a 6/7 split) to a public all girls school. So I had missed the crucial first few weeks when cliques are formed. I had zero friends in my grade and was bullied a lot. The "queen bee" especially loved to bully me and the school's "punishments" did nothing to even slow her down. I used to be an aggressive and angry kid so my parents put me into martial arts at a young age where it was drilled into my head that you use what you learn to get away from attackers, not start fights. My dad (who I inherited my temperament from) also made sure that I understood that starting fights wasn't acceptable. So my bullies saw me as an easy target because I refused to fight back. I just kept telling the teachers when they did something. At the end of one day, we were all lined up at the back of the classroom waiting for the teacher to come back to the room and dismiss us. I had been chatting with one girl who was friendly enough when the "queen bee" started bullying me again. I had reached the end of my patience. I turned around, gave her one solid kick that staggered her and turned back to continue the conversation with the other girl. It took a second for me to notice that everyone had gone silent and was staring at me. After that, they all stopped bullying me. In later grades these same girls (except queen bee) tried to befriend me but I ignored them. I decided I was better off lonely than have friends like them
In Highschool, I worked in the cafeteria to get a little bit of spending money and because you got free food on the days you worked. I was at the register and this one girl was giving me a hard time about something I no longer remember but remember being annoyed by at the time. She asked me to speak up or something like that after I took her order and said "next". I had thoroughly had enough of her and her crap. So, I took a deep breath in and shouted "NEXT!" as loud as I could. I managed to shout it loud enough that I startled the both of us. I remember my friends approaching me later saying that they had heard me at the far end of the cafeteria. Keep in mind that this was not a small highschool. There were roughly 1000 students while I was there and that cafeteria had to be big enough to seat all of them and still have room for the little kitchen I worked in, tables, chairs, microwaves, garbage cans, and still have enough space for students to line up to get food and for students to move around. That girl never gave me any more trouble when I rang her through
Sometimes I feel like these are things you have to do to bullies to get them to stop bc they don't learn at home or anywhere else. I was never super big so I didn't get as bullied as some but I got bullied a lot for being fat bc I went to a pretty small schooling system in a tiny southern town and that was just one of the main things the bullies liked to make trouble of people for. Needless to say really there was a few times I had to teach some of them not to bully in my own way that usually included a few good punches lol.
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While I can move so silently I terrify people, I usually clop around like a clumsy horse to make certain any person within three hundred feet knows exactly where I am. Because if my parents didn't hear me coming....well, you didn't want to surprise my parents. You just didn't.
I can also read the emotional state of everybody in a room at a glance on first entry. While a super-power, as an innate necessary survival skill for a six-year-old child, it sucked.
I was never diagnosed with ADHD or ASD and don't seem to have them (if anything, I hyper-focus and over-read emotional states), but have also developed the necessary ability to pay attention to multiple verbal and other language (reading) streams at once. Again, a necessary survival skill very early on in life. Sucked. I also pay attention to my entire visual field, including right out to the edge of the periphery, at all times. Sucks.
My parents will tell you that I had a perfect, privileged childhood with everything I ever wanted. Materially...even there, no. It was everything they thought I wanted and wished to give me, and if I wasn't appreciative of things I didn't want and didn't have any interest in but they thought I should... Yeah, sucks. As an adult, I finally learned to paint and don't have any musical instruments in the house.
I was the quiet kid in school, because of undiagnosed autism I rarely spoke in class which led to me getting stuff thrown at me to get my attention; at one point I had a breakdown in English because it had gotten too loud for me so I just left the classroom on the verge of tears, which led to me having people threaten to beat me up if they saw me crying again; which in turn made me even more quieter, I didn’t start talking to people until I was in around year 10 because I was so scared to reach out to people
I have an annoying memory, I hear some random useless fact and I'll remember it months, even years later. But I can't remember people's names if I'm not hanging out with them regularly.
32:01 I've been told it's because if you get the question wrong, if you explain everything you can still get marks for parts of the explanation done right, if you say nothing and get it wrong, there's nothing to go by.
Im sorry but it’s SO funny when Mr facts runs out of breath every time someone goes on a weird rant
4:01 As somebody who did a stupid thing to pinch a nerve in _my_ back and was left unable to even move too much without pain and once *squeaked* in complete agony that it activated my mother’s “Bear Senses”, I can agree.
I have a story:
My friend is pretty attractive so he has quite a few girls he texts he talks to me about them because we trust each other very much anyway I always know which one he is texting and usually what it’s about based off his facial expressions (which he is very subtle about using) and sometimes he is surprised. The last time I went to his house I did it twice and each time he was equally surprised. He’s started to pick up the ability to just notice things because I’ll point things out to him. This story is just one example of me reading a person or a situation. I do it to my other friends also, usually I will say out loud 2 ideas I have of what going on then ask them if either are right then I’ll wait for one more little thing to happen then say one of the two out loud. I have only been wrong once.
Story 2:
I have really good hearing and I can block out other noises if I focus on one noise. This helps because I know very many things about classmates that I don’t think they want me knowing. Most of the time I don’t even try to listen to them but they talk in the most noticeable spots (some how no one else notices) and they don’t notice that I exist so they just blabber on while I walking by and I usually can get a lot from just about 10 seconds, it’s even funnier when I’m literally sitting in same same area within 10 feet and they just ignore me then wonder why ik so much.
This isn’t a story but I tend to overthink things a lot. I’ll just simplify it to the point it only makes sense to me but the problem is I usually say these things out loud so people who hear get really confused and creeped out. If I’m not doing something then I think and if I think I will overthink so I try to keep myself occupied.
my quiet kid story: I was the quiet kid in my classes. This was 11th grade in my history class. I was sat at a table with a couple of talkative students. I think the teacher sat me with them as an example and to help the students stay on track, because I remember my teacher asking me to help them at one point, but I didn't. At this point in time for the story, we were watching a Vietnam war documentary and it was telling the side of the story of the Vietnamese people. The talkative students were talking and being loud and the teacher tells them to be quiet and focus on the video. One of the students turns to me and asks whats going on in the video. I give them a quick summary and he looks at the screen then looks at me and asks "you can speak Vietnam?". He saw the documentary was interviewing a Vietnamese woman and at the second he looked at the screen the closed captions had been off the screen as the woman was finishing up her story. He thought I could understand what the woman was saying, I could not, and he also called the Vietnamese language as just Vietnam. I just said there were English closed captions and then went back to watching the video. I thought it was funny.
I do understand a handful of foreign languages, but those students didn't know that. Really only my family knew I liked to learn different languages. The situation made me consider learning Vietnamese, but to this day I haven't started. I've added it to my list tho
I was a quite kid in primary school and both secondary schools and the 2 colleges i went to. I would atill talk just not oftern.
People would act shocked when i said something. I just use to people watch and not talk to folk with common interest i found most people boring or just rude so i kept to myself because I could use my brain to distract or entertain myself.
There are some pretty good speed reading classes out there. I took one in hs bc my mom was angry I was dyslexic. Shocker didn't cure it but I can say I can speed read now.
I have a friend who can guess plot twists in movies within the first 5 minutes of watching it. She’s not always right, but she got the ending of Captain America The Winter Solider spot on within the first few minutes of the movie. I don’t know if it was just a really predictable movie or not, but it’s the quickest she’s gotten it right.
I’m a 430 lbs 6’2” man that moves more quietly than my cats. I’ve been behind people when they weren’t expecting on numerous occasions and comes in real handy around Halloween.
On suspicious skills,well it's not that suspicious but I have Asperger's and work retail cashiering(the job isn't too hard and my coworkers are nice, most customers are tolerable but there are a few that just grind my gears)and part of that is checking people's IDs if they're buying age-restricted items-anybody who doesn't look visibly in their 50's I flag, and some customers I've memorized their birthdates based on their faces. I'm also on the quieter side and am short in stature and tend to stand at my podium watching the area and have snuck up on some people on occasion.
I'm a huge d&d nerd 3.5 preferably. But I always did homework in school or on the school bus. I'm almost legally blind in one eye. So I can only read about 3-4 hours a day or I get crippling migraines. One year in middle school we had to read something boring to me books and I wanted to read what I was interested in. The teacher told me I'd have to repeat 7th grade. I told him I can read better than 90% of this school. He said some bs. Luckily for me I was always in the to 10% of my school on the end of year government mandated testing. So they couldn't hold me back or it would look like they were trying to improve their test scores. Which the county I live in has had a lot of trouble with underperforming students.
One about the being to good at something. I am apparently "to good" at reading people as well. I can simply look at someone and tell if their an asshole or not. It came in handy with every bf my sister introduced me to. She sadly has a horrible taste in guys as most guys she's dated has either been a criminal or just downright a bad dude. Each time I was right and she didn't listen. 1st glance at most of them I told her he was bad news she never believed me until it was to late every time. One of them even held her a gun point at one time just bc she refused to give him money. It came in handy with my friends relationships as well to the point they started calling Professor X from X-Men and they started asking me about ppl that they had a crush on to make sure they were a good person and if they should go for it. They also tell me I should be a detective with my unnatural ability to read ppl lol
I was the Semi-Quiet kid
Only interacting if I felt I had to
And never had homework because I often just did it in class
"No, no, Axel, you're supposed to take that home and do it..."
"Ohhhhh, okay..."
*finishes it in the next class anyway...*
For anyone wondering Asia and Europe are separated by the Ural Mountains which separates the Asian and European parts of Russia as well as some of Kazakhstan
Same about being quiet I walked up my friend and he got scared and said they needed to put a bell on me.
I'm getting that bell soon.
I really enjoy listening to you. Thank you for being so calm and helping my stress level stay at a manageable level.
honestly story 3 just hit me way to close to home
Apparently I'm a Numbers Guy
Because of how I can do kinds of Math without pen and paper and a calculator, often got in some light trouble with my Math teachers on how I solved the problem without showing my work
I prefer Calculus to Algebra
Because Numbers and Letters should not always be the same thing
Yea the day i pulled my back after i turned 25, i was not ok for four months.
story 10: my math teachers did not like me when i was in schools. they made us show how we solved the problems, i would put the answer down, it would be correct, then i would write the process down. I remember one teacher who confronted me one day, asking how i got the correct answer, but the process was wrong. I'd tell them i did the math in my head, but i'd forget how i did it by the time i finished the test/quiz. eventually a few teachers just checked the answers and didn't care about the process. other times my parents would get mad because they would mark the entire answer as wrong because they would write out the entire thing, but the answer i put was correct, even with their math.
I have exceptionaly good hearing so once with my headphones on and falling asleep an hour prior woke up during recess and peeked to see to teachers kissing each other the thing is one of the teachers was married and definitely not the other teacher and through the niose canceling headphones heard them talking about how unsatisfied they were with their smex life, I was 7 at the time and understood everything they said
I got 3 things.
1. I can read really fast, faster then people can speak.
2. I'm either so quiet you can't find me or so loud you can hear me over everything.
3. I'm good at picking up small things that people don't think others notice. I just learned to keep most of it to myself.
In that very first story, for those who don't know, the author was referencing her chronic illness regarding the muscle strains. EDS is Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome, a genetic defect where the body doesn't create collagen properly. Unfortunately, collagen is the building block for a LOT of things in the body, but especially connective tissues like ligaments and tendons, and it's what keeps your skin firm and tight.
Because of the weakened connective tissue, people with EDS are prone to partial dislocations known as "subluxations". The severity and frequency of these depends on the variant of EDS and the severity of each person's case, but they're incredibly painful.
A combo of walking silently and being really good at diffusing high stress situations. Grew up in a hella traumatizing home so yea.....I wear bells/bangles now so I don't scare people. The body language thing too
For the skills that are creepy if you're too good at them: Divination. Its not a common skill, but when people think Divination, they think Tarot cards, which are a toy, in most people's eyes. The key to Divination, though, is the what, where, and how. What cards are you using? Where do the cards fall in the spread? How did the cards fall within their places? It is a skill. One I have scared people with because my readings are weirdly accurate. Granted they tend to come to fruition six months to a year after the reading itself, but readings also cover the past and present, not just the future, so aspects of people's lives tend to be put on display through the cards, even if I have no concept of who they are.
Im quite a quiet walker, even with my platform boots. Multiple times I have moved to the other side of a friend im walking with to move out of the way of other people without my friend noticing.
That first story is the definition of “life comes at you fast.”
26:59 on the previous story. I'd rather have my surgeon crack jokes with me, than not being personable. Being humorous is a coping mechanism when I'm in a lot of pain, if I'm beyond making jokes. It's super serious.
Telling ages. The furthest I've ever been of by is 5 years, but more often than not I'm +/-1 year from a person's actual age. Needless to say, there were a number of my teachers who did not like my little party trick. I had one that looked real young, average person wouldn't have guessed past 26, especially since they had just started. Even though this was 3rd grade, I had learned to ask people in private, and waited after class to ask if she was about 44. The interrogation that followed from her and my parents laughter afterwards still makes me chuckle.
On the too good at things I can organize and memorize where things are far to well. My mom asked me where the tong we feed snakes with were. Told her the four locations I'd seen it in the last month....was a tong in each spot. Like really dumb places too. Top of the fridge, behind one of the lizards tanks, hanging on a nail in the bathroom cabinet and one was stuck behind a dresser....its a curse
i have that silent walking skill too, even in the woods I don't make a sound.
I wanted to learn to cook from a young age... Parents refused till I could reach over the stove. I think they did everything in their power to not have any actual family time.
Eh: we never played family games, and I mean never. No monopoly, chess or checkers. Only me and my brother played checkers.
Weird talent: Predictions and walking silently. I have been able to (when being serious) predict major events (Russia, Inflation, Disney's downfall). Also, I accidentally scare everyone everywhere I go. Even people who know how quiet I can get.
I'm calling those knowledge blind spots "dumb spots."
I'm smart in but if knowledge in a certain area was a solid object, my English Language Arts (ELA) smarts would look like Swiss cheeze with the amount of dumb spots in it
Social services would not help my family, kept closing cases against my dad, for years
When I was young, I was the 1st grandchild of the family. As a rule of thumb I always felt to push the envelope. When I say that I mean, because I'm small and quiet I could hide for hours in plain sight. Or would jump scare family members because I knew how to engage stealth mode. 40 yrs later I used my stealth mode on a coworker in his late 20's-early 30's. It was TITS!!!! And I told him as much, he agreed.
"I did housework at age two!" Okay sure buddy
I listen to this channel and others like it whilst playing video games and this time I was playing Minecraft (if you watched the whole video you know where I'm going with this) during the coining story I was busy planting trees and he says Minecraft (I wasn't paying attention) and my heart dropped scared me silly lol
Ify long post and all over the place and venting, sorry in advance.
Little note, I don't know if this would be important to this vent/story, but I'm Mexican if it anything would explain certain things. So enjoy or feel pity or both.
Sometimes I feel like my grandparents on my mom's side "forget" I can speak Spanish. They've been teaching me how to speak and still are the language ever since I could form actual words and sentences and have babysat me on Saturdays while my mom was at work.
Even though I have three older brothers 8-14 years older than me and I'm the youngest and only girl. I guess she didn't and still doesn't trust them.
I'd had to get up at 4 something in the morning cause my mom went in at five. I was in elementary school so waking up that early on a Saturday only to fall back asleep like 15 minutes later. I had a dog at the time and occasionally I would bring her with me, but I still didn't like being without her.
Anyway, Spanish isn't my first language but it is my second. In order to communicate with my grandparents on both sides I NEEDED to learn Spanish or else I'm staring blankly, smiling and nodding or asking my mom or whoever is there to translate for me.
Sometimes I'd go over to their house with my mom to visit, I'd be with my grandpa in the kitchen or his room while my mom and grandma are talking in the den or in her room. They don't sleep in the same room, says a lot about their marriage too.
Occasionally, while I'm talking to my grandpa, or I'm just chilling cause he's at work, I would hear my grandma talk smack about mainly me, my brothers, my mom and my grandpa.
My grandma's voice echos through the house. She isn't talking loud, but loud enough where I can hear and understand what she's saying from another room.
ONLY on my mom's side my grandparents would diss on my parents, me and my brothers. Of course we've grown used to their smack talking because we all grew up with it and my grandparents even talk smack about each other. Too incompetent or too picky, yadda, yadda.
But it still kinda stings that they say those kind of things ONLY about my family. My cousins and uncles and aunt could do no wrong. Especially my oldest uncle and his kids, except his oldest daughter who has some issues, but I'll keep her issues to myself.
God forbid MY family make a small mistake or crack a mild joke that would barely hurt anyone and we'd get a stern talking to on how that was stupid or we shouldn't have said that. But if anyone else did it it's just a minor hiccup or it's the funniest thing they've ever heard.
They literally complain all the time, that it's the only thing they know how to do. They only praised me about my childhood when I was skinny, ran around and only eat fruits and veggies.
I don't remember the last time I've ever gotten a compliment from them or ever getting one from them, except reminiscing on when I was like 5 or 6. I'm 21 now and have a medical condition.
I'm not a religious person, but my grandpa is and suggested I get an exorcism. I stared at him blankly and I didn't know how to tell him "that's fuking stupid" in Spanish in a polite way to an old person, so I just stayed quiet and let him rant on about how I needed to get some demon or whatever out of my body or something.
Ever since 2021 I started identifying as ace came out to my friends, cousins and brothers. When I came out to my mom this year she said the usual "how do you know you don't like it if you've never tried it?" I don't want to come out to my grandparents because, especially my grandpa, would talk about religion on how humans need to do it and blah, blah, blah. Not only would I tune out a rant like that, as I did with the exorcism convo, but I wouldn't know how to justify it in Spanish and convince him ace people exist and are valid and that aro people exist and are valid. I have a gay uncle and gay brother. Shouldn't a hetero romantic granddaughter be good enough? It's too much and I don't want to waste my time, breath and energy and learn how to communicate that kind of stuff with them.
Just the fact they'll say those kind of things behind our backs and to our face with no sympathy just really bothers me. I love them very much, but it still stings ever since I realized they were insults.
Again, sorry this is so long, but I felt it must be said. Thank you if you've read the whole thing. Sorry for putting you through it and hope you're doing better than I am and if you're in bad state right now, I hope things get better for you and you find peace. 🤗💛
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Wait, you’re telling me that that’s not normal? I mean, in more calm when something happens because I’ve had anxiety and plan for everything
6:21 where is this story going 😂
I'm fairly certain the definitions given around 46mins is incorrect. Soicopath and psychopath are both misused terms, and my understanding is that they are different ends of a spectrum known as Anti-Social Personality Disorder. I suggest people start there for more information, and consult books like "The Psychopath Test" by Jon Ronson and "Confessions of a Sociopath" by M. E. Thomas for primers.
Last winter/spring during a basketball tournament for Special Olympics I gotten knocked over onto the floor so hard that I hurt my back so much so I felt so afraid and I never felt that afraid before
I was also the guy who often made friends with the quiet kids
Why?
Why not?
I didn't give a damn about my reputation or my public image
I was the guy who was talking it up with the kids who had no-one to talk it up with
Social Butterfly was the term
But I was more inclined to think I was more of a Social Cat than a butterfly
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End of Story 2 at 7:56
End of Story 3 at 8:54
End of story 4 at 9:57
End of Story 5 at 12:39
Part 2
End of story 1 at 15:38
End of story 2 at 18:08
End of story 3 at 20:04
As two faced as a coin? I like it!
Story 1: As someone who received major damage to my back when i was 8 cuz i got into a car accident, having to deal with said pain for the past 11yrs has been rough- and I understand OP, back pains are the worst kinds of chronic pains and can sometimes be life threatening. I hope OP's back is much better now, and so is the girl.
F.Y.I- I know my comment has nothing to do with OP's story but i'm mostly concerned about their back 😅
Your comment made me sad for you, that you had to experience this pain so young when you should be carefree and feeling that youthful invincibility.
28:20 I was the same way I grew up right smack between train tracks and a race track. It took alot to wake me up
55:23 Graphs being an estimated area of Location. Metrics estimating an area of size differentials. Geo is form by axis. X=(Length) Y=(Height) Z=(Width) by 3D Model. I have Autism, and I know that.
I could have used you when I was flunking calculus.
i was giggling to myself at the end of the second story when you were talking about your experience cooking im 11 yrs old and im cooking rn while watching this vid btw you make amazing content keep it up
The story about being too quiet I am that exact way I scare my current girlfriend and even though I don't try to walk silently or be silent I wear pretty bulky cowboy boots that make some noise but yet for some odd reason I'm quiet
Hi Mainly Facts,
Good to finally see you.
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It's interesting how, when you finally see someone's face after hearing them for so long, you have built up a completely different picture in your mind.
It reminds me of when I first heard Rick Astley and finally saw his face after several months of listening to him.
The most common reaction everyone had was, "Wait, he's white?"
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I love how you painted your nails
Omg My grandma also thought Narwhals were a myth too!
I never noticed ur nail polish, it looks great!