We all have certain aspects of ourselves that are just plain creepy. How about we try to out-creepy each other? So just post something creepy about yourself. If you think the previous poster isn't as creepy as you, then spill your creepy beans and see if anyone can out-creepy you. I'll start. When I'm in the mall, I'll start tailing people to see what I can find out about them. I'll watch what stores they go into, what they look at, and if I can get close enough, what they say to people who they are with or over the phone. If I find out their name, I'll go on facebook, myspace, and twitter when I get home to see if I can find out more about them. I will then collect my findings in a password-protected file, complete with picture if I get one online or if I can snap one in the mall. (I have a camera disguised as a juice box)
Hallo there! Sometimes, while sitting in public, like at a restaurant or waiting room or something, I like to look at passersby and wonder what their sex life is like. What's their orientation, are they single are they cheating on their partners, are they into BDSM, what is their weirdest fetish, have they ever been beaten by a spouse, etc. If I can't figure anything out just from watching them, I make things up. Sometimes, weeks later, I'll remember a person I saw forever ago and remember every detail I "knew" about them.
Haha. This is an interesting thread. I don't really do anything creepy. I'm interested to see what other people say. : )
maybe this one should go in the anonymous thread zone when i go to peoples houses i unlock their windows, then when they leave i pull off the screens and take something small, like a sock, or one pill from a medicine bottle. i keep the stuff in a little box that i hide under my bed with labels and pictures of the people i got it from haha ok i creeped myself out there. that's all a lie, i dont and never have done any of that.
Well when I go to people's houses, I bring a pocket knife and make notches in their bed for how many times I think they've been laid.
i carve notches to represent how many times they have been laid by me....and not known about it :badgrin:
If I thought I had the dedication, I would totally go into psychology, because I would love being able to mess with peoples' heads and to really understand the mechanics of fear. Knowing exactly what someone feared most and how to exploit it seems devilishly awesome to me.
I always want to know more about a person than they do about me. I read people's papers, look through their stuff, and keep my property close to me. I look at text messages, look through their "My Documents" folder on their computer (bookmarks too), and try to remember everything they say. Sometimes I look for passwords and addresses and write them down. Business cards are always fun to go through. The easier it is to find the business card, the more affiliated they are with that person. Desk drawers are a good place to look for passwords.
Whenever I got into someone's bathroom, I raid the medicine cabinet. I try on perfumes, lipsticks, concealers and whatever else I happen to find in there. As all of my roommates likely suspect, I try out their facial washes and experiment with their shampoos. This weird habit applies to every single person I know in my life. The first time I tried deoderant I was at my grandma's house; it was a roll-on version. I don't know why I do it. I never take too much either and I very rarely use the same product twice. Also, I'm not sure if this falls into creepiness, but I have a bit of a paper problem. Whenever there is loose tissue or a check or a piece of paper, I will rip it up into tiny little pieces. The weird thing is that I never notice it until I have a little mound of shredded paper in front of me. A friend of mine told me I did this out of sexual frustration.
My favorite part of any crime show or movie is the murder scene. In my idle time I think of how I would carry out a murder, how I would leave the body, how I would evade discovery, who the victim would be, and how i would funnel the money from their life insurance and inheritance from their last will and testament into my possession.
This does seem like a more disturbing Post Secret, but... When I meet someone new, that I'm fairly certain I will never meet again and to whom my personal info doesn't really matter, I tend to make up fake identities. I'll introduce myself in various accents, which I practice, and pretend to be from all sorts of countries with all kinds of backgrounds. I must have a dozen or so different personas floating around that people know me by, and they will probably never know the real me.
I do that thing to people where when they shake your hand, you tickle their palm with your middle finger.
I do this too. I remember one year in school I sat next to this hot guy in my first period class who always swung his ass right by my desk when he got into his seat. I would intentionally get in the classroom before he did just so that I can give it a sideways glance. A nice start to a long first period English.