say THE UGLY TRUTH !

Going by the title:

The Ugly Truth

 

Same... and still more I cant sleep without.

I make myself fall asleep with what if scenarios of how my life would be if I was with the person I have feelings for.

 

I like dancing.
I hope no one ever finds that out in real life.

 

I role play with myself sometimes...that probably sounds so weird :eek: I'm not crazy I swear! Even though it may look like it...it helps me feel prepared for certain situations, like interviews and such. Don't judge me -_-

 

I may have a bit of pyromaniac running through me...

 

I talk to myself sometimes when I'm alone ... in different voices and accents:

Me (regular voice): Think I'll fix myself a sandwich.
Me (Chicago voice): 'Eh why not try one of them Chicager pizzers 'eh, best dern pizzer you'll ever had.
Me (Fargo accent): Oh, ya' betcha ya', me and Margie had one last and it was pretty good, no?
Me (Lloyd from The Shining voice): Your pizzas are no good here, Mr. Torrance.
Me (Colonel Kurtz from Apocalypse Now voice): You're an errand boy sent by grocery clerks.

 

I talk to myself when I'm alone

 

I won't judge. Mainly because I do it too.

 

No, it's perfectly reasonable! Living alone, means I sometimes talk to myself. Sometimes, when I am trying to get myself to either do or understand something important, I have these conversations about it, doing so aloud helps me to gain clarity about it. If I'm walking down the street or in a park, and if no-one else is around, I can even say a few words to myself there, as well.

 

I like to sing in falsetto when no-one's around, because I haven't gotten over losing my treble voice yet :redface:

 

I used to meditate daily, would not touch intoxicants, and was seeking to transcend the world. But lately, I've been going out dancing, drinking tequila, and getting into the personal space of hot guys and girls while doing so. I thought I was all pure and refined, but actually I'm just a dissolute rascal.

 

I was a bed wetter... Until the second grade

 

..... And here I thought I was the only one who did stuff like that. I once had an hour-long conversation with myself in different accents while at work. I'm very lucky no one walked in on that... :eusa_whis

 

I use to have a phobia of flushing toilets when I was a kid. I would always unlock the door so when I finally flushed I could run out the door. (Embarrassing)

 

So I'm looking at my older posts from mooooooonths ago and some of these are genuinely making me laugh! This one is hilarious. I should elaborate on the ugly truth and tell you all it gets worse. I used to imagine the broom was my mic stand, then grab a glass from the kitchen, stick it on the broom and imagine THAT was the mic.

Then grab it and lip sync into the mirror whilst dragging the "mic stand" behind me.

:roflmao:

Oh Lord, give us all strength!

 

I actually tend to be pretty romantic and semi touchy feely

 

I will happily talk to myself, especially when I'm in some sort of predicament. Conversation usually starts like this:

"hey, are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm ok"
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, I'm ok. Lets focus so we can smash it out the park!"
"Yeah, lets! Wait, don't you mean 'knock it out the park'?"
"Hmm, yeah that too! Come on, we got this. Let's sort it!"

... and the conversation goes on.
I'm hiding behind my laptop as I type this wanting to laugh out loud. I would NEVER admit this out loud... not even in my random conversations to myself. Haha

 

I'm pretty sure I socialize more with my sister's kittens than I do people.

 

I am secretly horrified of dolls. There's just something about dolls that creeps the bejeezus out of me, maybe it's the dead look in their eyes or just the idea of small, lifeless human figures.

 

This is kind of a graphic event but I'll keep descriptors out. I cut my thumb really bad with a knife a couple years ago. Terribly. To spar you bad details, it was a good while before it healed enough to properly hold things and use that hand. I now have this fear of knives. Funnily enough, not of me using a knife, but of other people. I can cut up boxes and slice onions and what have you, but as soon as my fiance is holding the knife, I have to turn by back toward him and close my eyes. I feel sick thinking about someone else cutting themselves.