Post Interesting trivia about yourself
>I was born in the same street as William Shakespeare.
Pic related is the street I was born in
I was born under full moon, 13th day.
sadly it was Sunday, not Friday
I was born on August 8th (eighth day of the eighth month, not too special but it pleases my autism)
I'm apparently related to minor Spanish nobility
I used to cross dress when I was only 4 years old and my parents thought I was gay
I almost died when I was a month old because of some illness, nobody thought I would make it and my parents started planning my funeral. My dad didn't tell me about this until I was 20 because my mom felt guilty for it.
My great grandfather was in the French Foreign Legion's Lafayette Escadrille unit which was one of the first air forces in the history of the world and consisted of American troops fighting for France in WWI before America entered the war
That James Franco movie Flyboys is about the unit. It's a fucking piece of shit movie though
>I was born on August 8th (eighth day of the eighth month, not too special but it pleases my autism)
If you add up the numbers in the date on my birthday, you get my age. After 2000 anyway.
On 05/04/16 I'll be 25
the backpack I currently use was originally left at my place by an old friend years ago, and now it has been to more countries and US states than he has, and probably carried more weed and booze than he has ever consumed
Back in 2007, my aunt, along with 22 other missionaries from a Korean Christian church, was once captured and taken hostage by the Taliban while doing missionary work in Afganistan. The Taliban demanded the immediate withdrawal of any Korean troops stationed in Afganistan, and to the Afganistan government, they demanded the release of all Taliban members who were currently imprisoned. Out of the 23 people who were taken and held for ransom, two people were executed within the course of a week while the Korean government continued negotiations with the Taliban. In the end, an undisclosed sum of what could only be guessed to be around 4 mil~ 10 million dollars was payed in exchange for the remaining 21 prisoners.
Also, my uncle was once a popular singer in the 90's. He was only a one-hit-wonder though.
I was born in an indoor swimming pool in my own home. Not sure how rare that is nowdays.
Also i can't think of a single famous person, dead or alive, born on the same day as me (25fth sep). Not interesting just something i've notices
I think it's interesting looking at people born on the same day as yourself. see if there's somebody on the same year and compare your accomplishments.
Holy shit. I was also in that situation. Normies nominated me and other autistic girl as prom king and queen just because she had a massive crush on me. Too bad i was blind to see indications of crushing back then.
I didn't eat pizza until I was 14 and always thought I hated it before that.
Started jerking off when I was 7.
I'm KHHV at age 22 partially due to the fact that I am afraid that my parents yell at me if they find out that I have had sex. Even had a nightmare regarding that last night.
Plates/glasses washed with the wrong kind of dishwashing detergent cause me physical pain when I take them off the dishwasher.
Can't think of anything else that's in any way abnormal considering where I am posting this.
>my great uncle was one of the 3 British soldiers who arrested Heinrich Himmler in WW2 and escorted him to where he committed suicide
>me and my brother share the same birthday despite being born 4 years apart
>I was born in the same hospital as Morrissey (and my mother looked after Morrisseys dying grandmother)
I was born on the 24 of June, St. John the Baptist's day, a holiday in Quebec, my home. My name is Yanik, which is the Breton language diminutive of the name "John". In Lithuania, the 24th is celebrated as Janis, which is their form of the name John, but also, coincidentally was the name of a Pagan god, whose festival was celebrated on solstice in pre-Christian times.
A lot of coincidence. My Grandmother had the same birthday
>Im a descedent of a prime minister of Poland
> I recently knocked out a dude a 100lbs heavier after he threw a bag of glass at me.
>Ive dated a lot of women from professors, a united Nations diplomat, lawyers and other career oriented women
>Last girl I skull fucked was in an alleyway
>I'm better looking then most male models
>I have a 140 IQ
>My family was frauded out of millions of dollars
>Brokefag, but will never apply for neetbux since there are people that need it more then me
>Don't have a degree but get job offers making more money then my friends that do. I quit my job 6 months back to relax and paint
>Spent an entire month locked in my room writing over 300 poems
>A photographer who used to shoot Akon used to hook me up with canvases for being me
>Used to play chess with a dude who has 3 ivy league degrees and beat him most of the time while being a college dropout
>Made Sardines into a meme
>My dad's best friend growing up has been an editor of Penthouse for over 20 years , his other best friend got in a fight recently with John Gotti for smashing John Gottis ex wife
Everything from Redpills on politics, science, psychology, critiscims on society, critiques on humanity, Donald Trump, furturims, forbading signs that'll lead into how the world will be in downworld spiral by the next decade, art, love, romance, humor and anything in between.
Actually there's nothing at all interesting about me.
both, of course. mostly upbringing, but the very few relatives I have that had a normal life still turned out like druggies/drug dealers, hookers, pedos, etc. it feels like there's no escaping it
I'm not very special aside from the variety of skills I have. I speak 4 languages fluently, I used to play a sport in semi-pro league, have also a degree in STEM, one other in philosophy, I earn some money on the side with my art, did some modelling and I taught myself to play an instrument. I don't measure up to true fulltime professionals in each othe those skills but enough to be paid a bit for all of them.
I do have crippling social issues though.
/r9k/ will literally never believe this but... I was in a fairly successful, early 2000s British indie band and had a record deal. I still receive royalties, my last cheque from PRS was for a whopping 1,230 pounds
Good times though. I also played in another British band who went on to have significant success. I left sometime before they were eventually signed however
I must've told this story numerous times on 4chan but no one has ever once believed it, mainly because I won't reveal the band as I don't want my identity revealed
But yeah, ama if you wish
I'm on my phone, I'll write something getting back at this anon
Bitter does the dolt feel in his irate state
Hunger in his belly exceeding past his dinner plate
Feelings of violent nerves and pangs materializing to hate
Underlying feelings yearning for a date
Aghast thy bitter feelings loom beyond his head
A look on his face wishing people were all dead
Lack of ambition does this man shed
The world would be better if he puntured himself with lead
Remember when every friday VH1 had a program where a viewer would choose which 10 videos would play? I was one of the select viewers, because apparently they liked my taste. I used a fictional name when I applied my playlist so the name displayed during the program wasn't really mine ;_;
im the most handsome man ever alive and 9 feet tall with a 20 inch cock and fucked the hottest women ever alive and i dont give a fuck im a pathological liar and a psychopath and sociopath too
I won an egg and spoon race when I was 7.
I had my first kiss on holiday at a Blackpool water park with one of the local girls when I was 13.
I value my books, pencils, and all the other artistic tools more than anything else.
I wanna quit college but need a decent diploma.
I want to get good at things but lack motivation and I don't know how to force myself to do things productive.
i live in same city part the Ylvis brothers grew up in... those who made that fox song.
My great grandfather's brother was a priest who was killed in a concentration camp after saving dozens of Jews. His sanctification process has already started but it might take years until he's actually sanctified.
I don't really care about religion, however it would be cool to have something like this to brag about when talking to other autists.
A few. I was always shy as fuck though, still am. Admittedly its much easier to get laid when you are in a band (even when you are unsigned nobodies) as its an instant conversation starter and girls just like any fucker who gets up on stage.
Our bass player and singer shagged dozens upon dozens of girls between them. It caused friction many times, mainly due to me being an introvert and the rest of them being complete show offs
I was born on Halloween, so my mom named me Jack
Disneyland opened a few months before I was born
A relative was a delegate at the Constitutional Convention, part of the Virginia delegation, he suggested that the President be called "The Commander in Chief of the Armed Forces and Militia" rather than the "Governor of the States" as was their plan
Had another relative who was one of the founders of William and Mary College in Virginia
One grandfather fought in WWI and WWII, he was born at the end of the 19th Century
Celebrated my 18th birthday on an Aircraft Carrier off the coast of Vietnam, helping to launch aircraft that were bombing the North
Old fuck who posts on 4chan
Out on a boat, never set foot in country, Manila, Bangkok, Tokyo yeah, but never in the Peoples Republic of
We had , A/C , hot water, ice cream, movies, better at sea than in the mud with bullets and bugs, did two cruises to help the war effort, I was a volunteer rather than a draftee, stayed in for 30 years active, then 10 more reserve, retired in 2012, was on a carrier for Desert Storm, lots of work then, flight opps around the clock, then for reserve duty got pulled back in for a couple of trips in support of Afghanistan and Iraq, then later the War on Terror, saw guys get blown off the ship, planes roll into the sea, plenty committing suicide, saw all the social shit got to hell with gays and women, when I left the even let HIV + sailors stay, from letters weeks old to email and Skype a lot has changed, same with society, tons of changes, not all for the better, music has gone into the toilet as far as I am concerned, glad I grew up in SF and got to see some of the greatest bands ever to play, war really sucks, but it made up a lot of my career, I ended as a Master Chief Petty Officer, got a Sociology Degree with my GI bill and now work for the National Park Service as a ranger, I will probably stay until I am 70 and then travel and see all the places I never got to in the service, never married and have no kids, I'm pretty sure, been a pretty good ride so far, I am in great health and am looking forward to another 40 years or so, had a couple of 100 year olds in the family so the odds are pretty good, enjoy the time you have, you can look back on it, but you never get it back
I'm a New York state security guard with eight FEMA certifications from Homeland Security.
>tfw nobody wants to hire a 5'1 110lbs femlet
I'm a multiple synesthete. My most prominent and vivid form synesthesia is ticker-tape, which means I basically have a mental dialogue box or closed-captions on. When people speak, I see text. It's a minor superpower. I also have some spatial stuff going on with math and logic that's kinda hard to nail down, colors for letters, and a tactile interpretation of a lot of sounds.
Neat! Me, too! Do you have grapheme->color synesthesia?
At once, or over the course of your life?
That's just beautiful.
>bag of glass
This demands a story.
Fuck you; that day belongs to us.
>Neat! Me, too! Do you have grapheme->color synesthesia?
Yeah, I have the typical stuff. Numbers and letters have colors. But also some kinda strange things, like weekdays or months having colors. Also I have this strange way of visualizing code in my head(I'm a programmer) as a colored streams of liquid representing different branches of the program flowing in the code, kinda hard to explain. Might even be unrelated, but still pretty neat.
I was born on 52nd st.
My name was overwhelmingly the most common male name of my generation. Jake
Pizza is the food I find most delicious.
I shitpost on 4chan.
I hope I didn't reveal anything too shocking.
I don't think it's unrelated. I get a similar thing with things like math, text, and music. Is it sorta like a vivid internal hallucination where the colors or motion represent something about the code, or like an internal HUD that lets you work with code information?
I genuinely enjoyed this shitpost.
9.7/10, you don't see dedication like this everyday.
Mike B/ Dr. February?
It's more like the internal hallucination. I get the same thing when solving equations for example. I just see what's happening. I see the code static, but not as text, more like a plane where through certain areas the "data" can pass. And then when I see a code written on the computer screen I can visualize for some input how is the data gonna flow, which paths is the "data" given into it gonna take and where it's gonna leave and in what form. It's really similar to water flowing, but the water changes colors with each branch(condition) it takes and I can easily tell what's happening to the data because I see when and how it changes colors.
I mean all programmers probably do this in some way. Many use pen and paper, I just never found pen and paper to be enough to express code.
When I was around 10 years old, my parents had way too much money that they didn't know what to do with. Apparently my dad was somehow making like somewhere between $300k-$500k a year (the number always changes every time he brags about it).
My 'rents knew I liked to draw comics, so they enrolled me in a drawing course at the local art college. Everyone was older than me, there were like 17-year-olds there. We were supposed to design our own character, and some side characters too. All the other students could draw really well, they were making like these really well-drawn superhero drawings. I drew this really rudimentary carrot with little stick arms and legs. I named him Carrot Man, of course. His best friend was this cheese guy, who also had stick arms and legs. They both worked at a nuclear power plant, just like the Simpsons, because I was 10-years-old and didn't have many bright ideas. Anyways, the teacher announced that there was a contest that she wanted us all to join. The winner had their work displayed in an art museum. I submitted this picture of Carrot Man and his cheese friend (I guess his name was probably Cheese Man or something) standing in the grassy lawn in front of the grocery store. Everyone else had these really detailed drawings of superheroes fighting villians or flying around buildings or stuff like that.
I'm sure you know what happens next. I won the fucking competition. My parents and I took a trip to the art museum, and I've never since seen them be that proud of me. I had a case of the 'bergers (early signs of schizophrenia are indistinguishable from autism), I didn't have a lot of friends, and I wasn't really good at anything, so seeing them proud of me for the first time felt really weird, kinda uncomfortable.
So my parents started thinking of me as a retard savant. They'd ask all the time if I was practicing my drawing, and they'd want to see the crude comics I liked to make. I guess they thought I was gonna grow up to be an artist or something. Meanwhile, my artwork went on a tour through art museums all over Massachusetts, even being displayed in a big one in Boston. I guess my drawing was like "outsider art" or some artsy-fartsy term like that.
I don't really know what those curators saw in it, it was just a fucking carrot and some cheese, both with stick arms and legs sticking awkwardly out of their food bodies. I suppose I am in no place to understand modern art. I never found out where that fucking drawing went, and it was never returned to me. I don't think they'd just throw out art like that, would they? Maybe it was sold at an auction for a few thousand bucks and now it's hanging over some rich snob's mantle. I feel like I should've made some money from this, at least a few bucks that I could spend on Lego sets, y'know? I didn't get a dime.
Anyways, my dad's alcoholism spiraled out of control and he got a few too many DUIs and he got fired from his job. We went from making six-figures to no-figures in a snap. Because my parents are so irresponsible with money, they didn't save up any money at all. I really have no clue how they managed to spend at least $300k a year on... they didn't think to save up even a tiny bit of that? Honestly, I would have rather not gone to that drawing class and gotten the thousand or so dollars they spent on that to pay my rent for a month and a half.
So yeah, that's the story of my rise and fall as a brief "art brut" fascination all over the Bay State, with my juvenile drawing of a couple of friends who happened to be vegetable and dairy products. Now that I think about it, there was like a third character who was like the Squidward-esque person of the three. I forget what kinda food he was.