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Irrational behaviour by PFRs (pg. 4)
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| occrider |
Another 2 things I thought of:
- I watch American Chopper (It's a show about building custom bikes ... I dunno if that makes me a NASCAR person but I like the show).
- I like going to classical concerts or recitals by myself. In part because most people I know aren't interested in going, but furthermore, I don't like to engage in conversation directly following the event. I prefer comfortable silence without feeling the need to put in words what I thought and felt for an extended period of time. As a side note, I just saw Lang Lang this weekend who was unbelievable. The way he played Rachmaninoff and Liszt is simply amazing. He's a definite must see if you have the opportunity. |
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| blitz~ |
| quote: | Originally posted by Dervish
That is frigging weird thats exactly the way I think/feel about it.
The button thing however, well, yeah I don't do that I think. |
uh yea i have that too, i thought it was me being weird but heh :toothless
like everytime the subway arrives im scared i might suddenly jump in front of it despite the fact i love my life |
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| DrUg_Tit0 |
| quote: | Originally posted by trancaholic
"It" was indeed a very scary mini-series (the winking and bleeding photo scared me to death), but you cannot really blame Stephen King for it, as he wasn't involved with the movie production. In fact the spider-ending wasn't even part of the book. "It" is killed/banished through some dream-like "battle of wits"-episode. |
Eh, that spider ending kinda sucked anyways. Now that you say it, it does kinda seem to be unrelated to the rest of the movie. I just hate it when lame movie producers think they can make something better than the original and then screw it up.
Oh, and that photo was totally scary too. Like when the clown's hand popped out of it...
| quote: | | Strange, as the evolutionary advantage of fearing buttons is quite unclear.:conf: |
I hope TvD won't read this, because I'm certain he'd have an explanation for that :) |
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| MisterOpus1 |
| quote: | Originally posted by occrider
Another 2 things I thought of:
- I watch American Chopper (It's a show about building custom bikes ... I dunno if that makes me a NASCAR person but I like the show). |
I just started getting hooked on this show too. I don't have a bike, don't have any interest in one, but yet I love watchin' these guys put these extravagant machines together.
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- I like going to classical concerts or recitals by myself. In part because most people I know aren't interested in going, but furthermore, I don't like to engage in conversation directly following the event. I prefer comfortable silence without feeling the need to put in words what I thought and felt for an extended period of time. As a side note, I just saw Lang Lang this weekend who was unbelievable. The way he played Rachmaninoff and Liszt is simply amazing. He's a definite must see if you have the opportunity. |
Hey, my mom plays violin in the symphony down in Wichita, so I've been to a healthy number of recitals, trios, quartets, symphonies, etc. throughout my life and share your interests. I'm like you on these too - I'm not much for conversation before or after, and I usually slip right out immediately afterwards. A habit that I picked up from my dad, I guess.
I also share your sentiments on Liszt - incredible IMO.
I just thought of another issue I once had. Before the Mrs. and I were married we often went to Vegas, usually 2-3x per year (when I actually had some money saved up). One of the last times we went there I had a pretty huge physical and mental breakdown. We both concluded that it was the result of all night clubbing/drinking/partying 3 nights in a row, combined with little sleep, combined with serious dehydration, combined with loosing my ass at the craps tables (I think this was probably the biggest reason).
Well it was the last day and before our flight we decided to get some lunch where we were staying before going to the airport (Rio). Within a few minutes a cold sweat broke out, and my stomach started doin' some turns. I thought at first it was some serious diarhea, so I headed to the bathroom. Well that wasn't entirely the case, so I went back to the table only to be feeling really really horrible now, so bad that my heart was racing all over the place, I was sweating miserably, and I couldn't stop shaking. I couldn't tell whether I was having a heart attack or what, but the obvious feeling of "I'm gonna die" started setting in.
Yep, it was a full-blown panic attack, and it was ing horrible.
I finally was able to calm down a bit before getting on the flight home, but the panic feeling continued to stay with me for a good number of months to come. And there was no good reason for them to come on at all - Easter dinner at my in-laws (whom I love dearly), running on a treadmill at the gym, sitting in a park reading, ing anything would set the feeling in motion. Since I had no experience with these at all, I decided to see a doctor. He, of course, immediately thought it best that I go on medication, which I immediately shot down and told him no ing way (I didn't trust anti-depressants at all as a cure for my particular case, and in hindsight I'm glad I was so adamantly against the doctor's wishes). So I then saw a psychologist who asked a bunch of questions about me, then told me to come back in a couple of weeks. The second visit he asked a few more questions, then finally said -
"You know what, you don't have any more issues than anyone else out there. You're head's on straight, and you just drank and partied like an idiot in Vegas. Don't do that so much and you'll be fine. Now stop wasting my time so I can't actually help people who are really messed up!"
Or something to that effect (I really took to this guy's sense of humor, and later bought him a beer when I saw him at a bar a few months later).
After that point the panic attacks would occasionally come on, but they did slowly diminish in time to the point where they no longer existed. I really did appreciate the experience, strangely, because as it turned out my wife also developed some panic attacks of her own, and I was able to effectively coach her out of them as a result of my own experiences. And not surprisingly, the doctor she went to attempted to prescribe her anti-depressants too, which I convinced her to stay the away from. Not that I don't think anti-depressants don't work or have a good place in our prescription-society, but I was totally convinced that both our heads were on straight, and the last thing either of us needed was to zombie out on the meds. when we could learn to overcome our unwarranted anxieties together or even on our own.
The end. |
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| Dervish |
| I thought of another one, when I come home drunk I want to vanadlise stuff and I tend to wake up and find random stuff I've nicked. Always from my close area too (such a dumb ass). |
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| Shakka |
| quote: | Originally posted by Dervish
I thought of another one, when I come home drunk I want to vanadlise stuff and I tend to wake up and find random stuff I've nicked. Always from my close area too (such a dumb ass). |
I don't think you're necessarily unique in that regard--lay off the Red Bull!;) |
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| biznology |
another thing i do that constantly get remarked upon comes from work.
if i have a ten minute break or whatever, rather than do something that involves effort, like reading or smoking, i usually just stare blankly at a wall for a bit and then go back to whatever i was doing. in a hectic service industry, that feels appropriate to me. plus i caught the other new college grad doing the same thing the other day...so i suppose im not alone| |
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| St_Andrew |
| When I sit in the bus or in some other place and just waiting for something im usually deep into my thoughts, so deep that I usually change my face expression depending on what im thinking of, so suddenly I realize that i have the biggest smile ever, or that i look like im embarrased or whatever, must look stupid if you look at me sitting there :p |
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| Dervish |
| ^ I do that too, do when I'm walking too, people look at me start laughing for no reason and think it's at them, then I find that funny and laugh more..... :stongue: |
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| Renegade |
Yeah, except no-one even read it. That's the last time I ever share my finely tuned sense of pathos with the Chill Out Room. :(
Oh, and on topic I thought of one more irrational trait I think have - I'm pretty sure I don't like old people. I'm an ageist. |
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| St_Andrew |
| quote: | Originally posted by Renegade
Yeah, except no-one even read it. That's the last time I ever share my finely tuned sense of pathos with the Chill Out Room. :( |
Well, at least we love you here in PD forum for your long posts :p
cool post btw :D |
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