Tell us something true about yourself , that we don't already know or wouldn't have guessed

OneEyedDiva said:
I have OCD (though not as pronounced as my granddaughter's) and ADD. Due to the ADD, I usually only watch a show or movie for 22-23 minutes at a clip, unless I'm really intrigued). I will then go to the next show and do the same. I stopped reading books because I wind up never finishing them, not to add they put me to sleep. I read tons of articles on various subjects though. . I used to be really good at starting multiple things and not finishing any of them for quite awhile. I've gotten better at not doing that. But I am easily distracted and usually have a hundred things rolling around in my brain at any given moment.

I find my OCD has "progressed". For most items, when I put them away the labels have to be facing out, unless storage wise or esthetics cause them to fit or look better sideways. Everything that goes in my fridge/freezer except fresh produceI must be wiped down with disinfectant first. I wash and sanitize my hands an awful lot and always wash my hands (sometimes twice) before I go in the fridge and start handling food. Add the slight germaphobia. and clothes I've worn outside are removed and put in the laundry right away (unless I've sweated, then I let them dry out first). Or sometimes I spray them with disinfectant before putting them away. I do not wear my house clothes outside nor my street clothes in the house. I rewash all exposed skin as soon as I get in. I use facial towelettes on my face and neck instead of the hard tap water. Since my hair must be covered while in public, I remove my scarves and they go into the laundry. I also make sure to wash my glasses before putting them back on. I sometimes wonder if these rituals have kept me from catching COVID. :unsure:
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Interesting life you lead! For the first paragraph, I wonder if it's also the life of an artist? Artists tend to move horizontally instead of vertically. We jump from one thing to another. I tend to do that (unless I have classes or take exams which force me to stay the course). I tend to finish things, however....

I didn't realize that what you were describing is from OCD, but I seem to have similar behavior in some situations, like rinsing my dishes 5 times in tap water and two final rinses in the RO system. I don't wear shoes inside the house either. Same thing with house clothes and street clothes! I keep them separated.
 

My father majored in music but became a financial advisor later in life. I guess I got the musical gene because in the 80's I began mixing dance music on turntables. I continued in the 90's when turntables were replaced by dual CD players with adjustable BPMs. I have a whole collection of dance music on cassettes and CDs.

So I was an amateur DJ up until the early 2000's. I used to send cassette tapes and later CDs out to my friends. One of my Hispanic friends said "homeboy can mix". :ROFLMAO:
 
OK, I wouldn't have dreamed of sharing this, but Shalimar inspired me, lol. I worked in a small, quaint, artsy tourist town with lots of little shops of all sorts way back when, in an adult store. Yes, that's what you think it is. People would wander aimlessly in a daze from shop to shop, and more than once I saw them wake up 😳 when they realized what they'd "wandered" into.

Along with tourists, we had a lot of local straight and gay clientele, and people from all walks of life. VHS video rentals were the rage, and they lined the walls from floor to ceiling along with books, magazines, lingerie, and... I'll just let your imagination go wild, lol. I could tell you stories, but not only would this post be deleted, I'd be banned! It was interesting, to say the very least. 😊🙃😊

Bella✌️
 
dseag2 said:
My father majored in music but became a financial advisor later in life. I guess I got the musical gene because in the 80's I began mixing dance music on turntables. I continued in the 90's when turntables were replaced by dual CD players with adjustable BPMs. I have a whole collection of dance music on cassettes and CDs.

So I was an amateur DJ up until the early 2000's. I used to send cassette tapes and later CDs out to my friends. One of my Hispanic friends said "homeboy can mix". :ROFLMAO:
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Perhaps you would consider sharing something with us?
 
win231 said:
For those of you who haven't seen my previous post - "Anyone else surprised you're still here:" Enjoy.

My parents liked to take trips to Las Vegas. Mostly my mom liked the Roulette tables. My dad just wanted her happy.
My mom liked Joshua Trees & we always stopped in the desert so she could take photos next to them. When I was around 5 years old, we drove a mile or so into the desert & my dad started taking photos. I had a habit of wandering & petting every animal I found outside. My dad knew that & it was really stupid of him to not keep an eye on me. I found a large snake next to a bush & picked it up. Later, I learned it was a Mojave Green Rattlesnake - one of the deadliest. I remember thinking "He comes with his own built-in toy - how cute his tail was - with those rattles on it." I was handling him for at least 5 minutes & he was wrapped around my face when I heard my dad yell, "Hey...put that down...he can kill ya!" I said, "But he likes me." My dad didn't want to come near me while I was holding him. I gently put him down. To this day, I don't know why he didn't bite me or even rattle. Lucky for me; we were hours from any medical center; it's unlikely I would have survived.

When I was 7, my dad had some kind of door-to-door sales job. He'd take me with him & I'd wait in the car while he knocked on doors. Again, he wasn't smart to leave me alone in that De Soto when he knew I liked to play with every button & switch in the car. Well, he parked on a hill & said, "Don't touch anything," then he started canvassing the block. Of course, when he was out of sight, the first thing I did was press the starter button. I loved the way it made the whole car shake. Well, everything was OK until I played with that pull-out parking brake lever, then the car started rolling down the hill, going faster & faster. I jumped into the back seat. The car went over a curb & hit a tree (luckily). It could have hit a pedestrian. He never yelled at me for that; maybe he realized how stupid HE was.

My mom was a terrible driver. I must have been around 4 at the time. She was driving with me in the passenger seat, eating a candy bar. For some reason, she hit the curb & the car flipped onto it's roof. I ended up curled in a ball on the floor. I must have been crying. When the ambulance arrived, the driver asked me if I was hurt. I said, "No." He said, "Then why are you crying?" I said, "I can't find my candy bar."

A year later, I was speeding down a steep hill on my bicycle when a gardener pulled out in front of me. I slammed into the back of his pickup truck & flew over the entire truck, landing in the street. The only injury was to my right knee; it swelled up huge. I didn't want to tell my mom & dad, so I just ran home & hid, but my knee swelled up so big it was noticeable & my mom found out & took me to the ER. The doctor said, "Nothing broken; just put some ice on it.

When I was 10, my brother & I were playing handball against the side of the house. I was barefoot. As I ran up to hit the ball, I heard a scraping sound. I looked down at my foot & saw that a nail went through the side of my big toe & out the other side. I started to pull it out but it was so rusted, it broke off. When I pulled on the other side, it also broke off, leaving a piece stuck inside the toe. Well, I went into the garage & found a brand new nail & used it to push out the broken piece. I poured peroxide into the hole & put a Band-Aid over each hole. It healed perfectly. "Tetanus?" What's that?

No more serious incidents....until I was 16. I'm swimming at the beach, maybe 50 yards from shore when I felt a tug on my foot - like someone grabbed it as a joke. I reached down & felt something thrashing. I didn't know what it was until it swam away & I saw the fin sticking out of the water - a small shark, (luckily) maybe 3-4 feet. The water was cold & I didn't feel any pain, so I thought it was minor, but when I got to shore, people started gasping & pointing at my foot. There was an open triangle-shaped flap on the top of my foot & every time I took a step, it gushed; that's what was freaking people out. I wrapped it in a towel & drove home with my other foot. When I got home, I couldn't find bandages that were big enough, so I stuck the flap back on & covered it with masking tape. It healed fine - maybe the salt water prevented infection.
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Good Lord Win!!!!! :eek:
 
palides2021 said:
Interesting life you lead! For the first paragraph, I wonder if it's also the life of an artist? Artists tend to move horizontally instead of vertically. We jump from one thing to another. I tend to do that (unless I have classes or take exams which force me to stay the course). I tend to finish things, however....

I didn't realize that what you were describing is from OCD, but I seem to have similar behavior in some situations, like rinsing my dishes 5 times in tap water and two final rinses in the RO system. I don't wear shoes inside the house either. Same thing with house clothes and street clothes! I keep them separated.
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Hmm...interesting! It's good to know I'm not alone in those actions. Knowing that others shared her experiences (usually with arthritis pain) always made my mother feel better. :) My BFF is a professional musician and she's OCD and germaphobic too. I do notice we have some of the same traits and concerns. Besides both being musicians (and I use that term loosely for myself), we're also both Pisces and left handed. So I don't know if being an artist really does have anything to do with it. I wonder if any studies have been done. :unsure:

Of course being Muslim, we remove our shoes when we come into the house also, as must any guests. Re my classes...I used to always wait until the last minute to finish my papers when I was in college, which I didn't attend until I was 37. But I usually got A's, except once a B+ and once an A+. It seemed I worked better under pressure in those days. Prefer not to do so now.
 
Right Now said:
@911, thanks for sharing this with us. As a retired civilian employee for the NYSP I can relate to what you are saying. Once a trooper, always a trooper. Good luck finding your missing person, just can't let go, can ya? I think you made a good choice in careers, but then, I am biased. :)
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It’s something that is just always there. I remember the early morning when I went to see the family that reported their daughter never came home from work. They were all in tears and knew this wasn’t going to end well. I can see those faces every night I lay my head on a pillow. I have looked over that file so many times, that I could probably recite them. I keep telling myself that I just need one break, one piece of information. Did she get picked up by someone she knew and trusted, did she get on the bus and the get kidnapped when she got off? I just need to know the starting point. I was very close one time early ou, but my witness lied to me.

I knew a couple State Police from NYSP. I worked on a case when I was in Erie and our fugitive was later captured by your guys in Corning. The Corporal’s name was Tommy Itzo, or something to that effect. He was Amer-Asian. Not a real big guy, may 5ft 10in. We attended the fugitive’s extradition hearing and that’s where I got to know him. After the hearing, we all went to lunch together. I remember he liked to tell jokes.

It has always somewhat surprised me that so many people think our only job is to patrol the highways. Nothing could be further from the truth. We have been involved in some of the biggest crimes in the state, the PSP is also known for having the largest crime lab in the U.S. next to the FBI.
 
911 said:
It’s something that is just always there. I remember the early morning when I went to see the family that reported their daughter never came home from work. They were all in tears and knew this wasn’t going to end well. I can see those faces every night I lay my head on a pillow. I have looked over that file so many times, that I could probably recite them. I keep telling myself that I just need one break, one piece of information. Did she get picked up by someone she knew and trusted, did she get on the bus and the get kidnapped when she got off? I just need to know the starting point. I was very close one time early ou, but my witness lied to me.

I knew a couple State Police from NYSP. I worked on a case when I was in Erie and our fugitive was later captured by your guys in Corning. The Corporal’s name was Tommy Itzo, or something to that effect. He was Amer-Asian. Not a real big guy, may 5ft 10in. We attended the fugitive’s extradition hearing and that’s where I got to know him. After the hearing, we all went to lunch together. I remember he liked to tell jokes.

It has always somewhat surprised me that so many people think our only job is to patrol the highways. Nothing could be further from the truth. We have been involved in some of the biggest crimes in the state, the PSP is also known for having the largest crime lab in the U.S. next to the FBI.
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The State Police have many hats, but the stetson is the most recognizable. My hat is off to anyone who represents that great organization. No, I don't recall the trooper from Corning; I worked at HQ in Troop C, along your PA border.
Again, keep looking for a break in your case. I have a feeling it will come out of the blue.
 
We have a couple different manufacturers of the campaign hat, Stetson and I think Stratton is the other. I like wearing the ski cap in winter and the baseball cap when not on duty. People always tell me they like seeing us wear our campaign hat, but I seldom did. I never liked using the chin strap either.

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Okay here's a tale, and it's all true....was at Imperial Beach Calif Navy comm school in '58 I believe...lived in a barracks situation,
but hung out a lot at a local little diner/locker club...locker club was where you had your own locker to store civies in off the base, cause as boots we could not wear civvies or even have them on the base...anyway, the "locker club" had diner type food etc, and we'd go in change clothes and then do whatever....then when our time was near to get back on base we'd go back to the club and change back into our uniform and head back to base....the club was run by a middle, older
aged couple, sorta the grandma/grandpa type you know....
well one eve after training, I went there and the place was closed, some sorta sign on the door....but a guy in civilian suit open the door for me and said if I had stuff in locker to get it out, as the club was perm closed...so took my stuff back to the base, the next days I was called into an office and there were 3 FBI/NCIS types setting at a table....!!!!! Turns out those grandpa/grandma types had bee arrested for being SPIES, for
the German gov't....Honest to God!!!! FBI knew I was going there due to surveillance cams....but after about 2hrs of questions, they released me with a "thanks" and that was
all I hear about it......(Iwas training for encryption/decryption
of codes for the Navy, which is why they questions me if
the people had asked for specific info, which they didn't at least from me)lll
 
I once rode the mechanical bull at the original Gilley's in Pasadena, Texas. The one in Urban Cowboy.

I lasted maybe 2 seconds before going head over heals onto the floor, good entertainment for the audience. Gave me some bruises and stained muscles, but not bad. The 1 foot thick foam padding on the floor helped.

The original Gilley's is long gone, it was an impressive place, something like 2 acres under one roof. Multiple dance floors, bands playing at the same time, and bars as far as the eye could see. When you drove up to the entrance there was a sign "Let your women and children out here", the parking lot was huge. They also had a gun check when you first went in, no guns were allowed inside, always a lot of guns visible in the rack. Kind of like an old western.

There are new imitation Gilley's in Dallas and Las Vegas, with mechanical bulls, but they just ain't the same. From Wikipedia:

Gilley's and Urban Cowboy
John Travolta, Debra Winger and other actors came to the city to film the 1980 hit movie Urban Cowboy, which depicted life and young love in Pasadena. The film centered on the city's honky-tonk bar Gilley's, which was co-owned by country music star Mickey Gilley. In 1989, Gilley's suffered an arson fire that gutted the interior of the building, including the mechanical bull used in Urban Cowboy. The shell of the building stood until 2006, when it was demolished by the Pasadena Independent School District, its current owner. Only the old sound recording studio remains. Gilley resided in Pasadena until his death May 7, 2022. The old address of Gilley's is a used-car lot.

Pasadena, Texas is a small town south of Houston, no relation to the larger and better known Pasadena, California - home of the Little Old Lady.
 
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OneEyedDiva said:
Hmm...interesting! It's good to know I'm not alone in those actions. Knowing that others shared her experiences (usually with arthritis pain) always made my mother feel better. :) My BFF is a professional musician and she's OCD and germaphobic too. I do notice we have some of the same traits and concerns. Besides both being musicians (and I use that term loosely for myself), we're also both Pisces and left handed. So I don't know if being an artist really does have anything to do with it. I wonder if any studies have been done. :unsure:

Of course being Muslim, we remove our shoes when we come into the house also, as must any guests. Re my classes...I used to always wait until the last minute to finish my papers when I was in college, which I didn't attend until I was 37. But I usually got A's, except once a B+ and once an A+. It seemed I worked better under pressure in those days. Prefer not to do so now.
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Boy, I could use an OCD germaphobic in my house...can't imagine how clean it would be then...lol.
 

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