ITT: Facts about yourself some people might not believe.
I was born on 4/20. I also share a birthday with Hitler.
I've had an entire go-kart flip on my arm and I didn't feel a thing. I had my arm out the window and it fell to its side. Only broke my wrist.
I'm actually really good socially but sperg out a lot. Also I'm really ugly and fat, too, so that's not exactly in my favor either.
>>34903260
Broke my hip by being a dweeb noob skateboarding at age 15ish. Like, actually cracked.
Born with extra big toes and extra pinkies
>>34903260
I crashed my car in a street race going 100mph, very little damage to my car, no damage to me or my passenger.
>>34903321
Damn. Both of those really suck.
>>34903368
>no damage to me or my passenger
>100mph
W-what?
Also I just remembered something.
My uncle was born without an asshole so they had to surgically create one. They only figured this out after he vomited shit.
I am (was) the national champion of a certain martial art in my country in my category
I am somewhat close to enlightenment
I am also born on 4/20
I am fully color blind (shades of brown is all I see)
I had an ATV roll on top of me 3 times and only broke my wrist. the helmet had a crack in it though. we have similar facts OP
>>34903260
>I got into a strip club in a mickey mouse costume when I was 17
>Ive never loved anyone
>I could balance on empty an aluminum soda can without crushing it until 13 middle 14
>>34903260
I once jumped over some stairs because I was obsessed with parkour, and broke my leg when landing. There were no people around so I took a stick and started limping towards a more populated place, taking advantage of the shock-induced lack of pain while it lasted.
I tell everyone I slipped and somehow flew over the stairs.
I don't know what it's like to feel emotion. I'm just a blank state of not giving a shit or simply just shrugging my shoulders and saying "shit happens". I feel like that disconnects me from others socially so more than often, I'm forced to make up some "feels" from what I've seen others go through and so forth.
I'm a bullshit artist too, It's proven me quite well in the workplace because I can simply just pick and choose what [deceitful] facts to tell people, as long as it gains me something in the long run, same goes for my work ethics; If I don't get something out of it, I simply don't do it.
It feels more like a curse then a blessing desui dont know whats wrong with me lads