Weird Things
 

I'm just curious if there are ppl out there worse off than me lol. What is the weirdest thing you've ever done? I've done a lot, probably anything you can think of. I don't quite remember all it and I've probably done worse but what my friends know me best for was when I made up my own language. It seems simple enough but it was a really really complex language and I became fluent in it and would speak it all the time. I figured I had to be fluent in it since I was gonna create my own country. I made my own flag, motto, pledge of alligence, national anthem, national bird flower etc., constitution, measurement and currency system, separate alphabet consisting of 33 letters, an actual dialect, system of government, an entire book of laws rules and regulations, new sports, new foods, cultural traditions, holidays, layouts for all the buildings, a new religion, new fads hobbies or whatever and even designed the military uniforms. All there was left for me to do was to invade Antarctica which would be home to my new country. The only problem was at the time was I couldn't find a ride down there so my dreams were smashed against the rocks like so many other things. haha It was hella fun doing it. This was how I got my kicks when I was younger. It wasn't the actual process of creating all of that but the pure joy from getting those looks from ppl seeing me do it that made it worth it. So would anyone like to share? :D

I actually watched View From the Top. I also sat all the way through Kung Pow: Enter the Fist

Okay this is a true story, but you'll just have to take my word for it 'cause I have no proof.

I'm a DnD gamer and I paint the miniatures my group uses. One time I fell asleep at the painting table and spilled a bunch of paints onto myself (red,blie,gold,orange. etc) I was going with a couple of friends to the mall and a movie the next day btw. slept in my clothes to save time. When I woke up I looked at the clock saw it was already time to leave and went out the door. My firends never told me I had paint on my face and all over my clothes(yes I can be very unobservant at times)...luckily it was over summer break so I never had to show up to school looking like dumbass.

MP37a: I've tried this thread before and it was closed, but maybe you'll have better luck. Okay, I can probably trump you all. I'm working on my own language. It has no verbs. The system for actually telling what happens in a sentence is through the combination of Songs and Motifs that one weaves into the language (a version of the language substitutes words for songs, but its still a structure that can't be properly desplayed as noun-verb).
Next, I have a carnivorous word document on my computer. I call him Iggly.

It got closed because I can't think of many social activities more disgusting than playing My Psychological Condition Is Cooler Than Yours Poker, and that's including mutual pubic lice grooming. Anyone tempted at this point to play the prejudice-against-the-mentally-ill card is invited to consider the fact that a great many people with similar problems, while believing very strongly that nobody should be ashamed of their conditions, nonetheless consider their use as fucked-up status symbol incredibly vulgar. Hint freakin' hint, and discussion of that particular subject is closed.

You can keep on posting to this thread as long as it doesn't stray into that kind of territory.

"and that's including mutual pubic lice grooming"

Hey, remember that favor you owe me?

It's only mutual if both parties are filthy-crotched man-swine, so maybe you should be talking to Jeff about your itchy little problem. I can't think of a nicer way for you two to set aside your differences and come together as comrades than by picking bugs out of eachother's underwear shrubbery.

You just crossed the line. Suggesting that I do anything with Jeff. Disgusting.
And while it's true that you are a clean and perfect porcelin doll, I've seen Brian and I know that the two of you, against all reason, share a bed. And all of that can't possibly stay on his side.

My love is a thousand times more powerful and antiseptic than a thousand bottles of pediculicide. I'll give you a good half-hour to look that one up, I know you have trouble with words that don't come inside Photoshopped word bubbles with special gradients and bold tags.

This is going to get weirder before it gets better.

I can't reply to Mashi's post without being cruel, and I can't be cruel to a heart that's true.
In fact, I'm hijacking this thread, it's no longer about your uninteresting mental conditions but about your favorite Elvis songs. Mine's the one I just quoted because it's the one I'm thinking of right now. Your turn!