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WARNING, massive amounts of insanity inside
I have two points I can talk about my own weirdness,
the first being my extreme paranoia.
I love singing when nobody else is home, but a few months ago I heard a creak in the attic while singing and immediately shut up. I somehow convinced myself at that moment that there was a Mexican family living in our attic and laughing at my singing. I had to go into the attic and check before I felt comfortable singing.
Every time a car follows me for more than 3 turns I become convinced they are following me.
I often decide the government is actively watching me all of the sudden and force myself to only do nice things for the rest of the day.
And most importantly I wont let anyone use any of my computers because I automatically think they want to read my crappy poetry and then make fun of me.
Edit: also the twelve terrabytes of porn. :P
My second gigantic form of weirdness is my radically escapist imagination. I don't hate my life at all, but I find myself constantly creating new personas I want live as, developing back stories and what their life goals are, all assuming they have my personality.
I wont go into a bunch of them because there are a ton, but my most recent imaginary persona is a centaur teenage girl named Lilia (can't bring myself to choose a different name once the first one pops in my head.) who has randomly been thrown into our modern world with no memories about where she (I) comes from, but lots of knowledge about our world, such as history, politics, mathematics, etc. However, despite the vast knowledge, all she (I,we?) wants is to become an awesome cook living in New York city. I still haven't decided whether or not that persona needs pants.
How are you strange?