I can say a few things...

One time, well two or three years ago I think. I came in a pretty serious fight against two other guys. Both of them knocked me to the wall at first before I swung them around into the wall before knocking the first one in the face, not that hard tho. The second one didn't give up so I slamed him into the wall before I gave him a straight forward kick in the stomach knocking him totally out, sending him straight to the ground unconscious. It was very dumb of course, I had done alot that day like taking some left over fireworks and setting them of near a tree and this didn't become any better when they had to tell my parents... So that was one very stupid thing.

Some other stuff was me and a friend found a old bike, without breaks. We took it and raced down a small hill driving under this swing or what ever you call it, and we leapt of the bike before grabbing hold of the swing. What we didn't remember was that it had rained and it was pretty wet so when I raced down and jumped and grabbed it I only swung around before diving straight into the ground, was pretty painful but got up some minutes later and did it again...

I've always done those... Dare myself stuff too, several times I have climbed up in places like houses, trees things at the play yard or what we can call it From there I have jumped from several feet, one of the very dumb things was that I hang over from around 9 - 11 feet with my back against the ground. And I had done it several times from lower levels just loosing and falling landing straight onto my back. This wasn't any different so it was one of the worst and most painful memories I ever had, I thought I breaked by back but I didn't but I wasn't able to move so much over the week.
Other things like that was when me and a friend called Anders was at this public bath outside Lillestrøm, a very big place with several pools and you can play volleyball, football etc. there. And what we did was we went to the deepest and biggest pool, not that deep only around 6 - 8 feet so. But anyway we tied ourself with our blankets and jumped into the water with both hands and legs tied and tried to get out, it wasn't that challaging tho but I was lucky it wasn't because those guards there are very lazy and didn't even see what we did...

Now this post is long enough so thats all for now... I was a pretty insane boy those years, and it hasn't changed that much

Well last year when i was at my cousins house i was riding a horse and i noticed the snake hiding under a tree so i lead the horse over there got off picked up the snake realized it was a rattlesnake and before i could drop it bit my on the inner thigh ( not a cool place to get bit) i let the snake go and rode the horse for another hour or so then went home because my leg hurt really bad and couldnt get off the horse because my leg was that swollen so i just roe around for a few more minutes then went back luckliy this time my cousin was out side i told him what happened and we ended up going to the hosipital. Then after i got out about a week later i was sitting in a chair outside shooting blow darts at these little ground squirrels that wode poke up there head every few minutes. Well i ended up missing and hitting my slef right where the fricken snake bit me Am i stupid or am i stupid

Was it the Prairie Rattlesnake?

yes actually it was

Fuzzt Knight- You sound like my little brother, only sane. I won't even get into all the things he's done, as they would probably get me and him arrested, me banned from the forum, and then, when he finally saw it, I'd be killed by himself and his gang of friends that are half my size.

I will say this: He rode across a four lane road during rush hour on a bike with no brakes. And lived. Without a scratch. The next day, he was riding a boke that did have brakes, and was going on a ride with me and my dad, and he rode into a big yellow fire hydrant. I'm just glad for the human race that he'll die from doing something stupid long before he can pass on his genes. (He's 11, so he still thinks girls are gross)

Er... I have a big pine tree in my front yard. I used to pull this one really bendy brach back, and then jump into the air so I would go flying when it snapped back. One day, I pulled it back, got ready to jump, and it snapped. Loudly. Leaving me sitting there in the dirt, with a branch in my lap. Another low to the ground branch was designated the "elevator branch." We would stand on it and slowly lower ourselves down, holding onto a an equally bend brach just the right height above us to hold onto so we didn't fall. Well, the elevator branch broke. With me on it.

There's a small little forest behind my house. In part of it, there are these bushes about 7 feet up, with a tree leading up to them. I climbed the tree, and decided to run along the top of the bushes. I fell through them, and learned only later that I got a huge deep scratch from a thorn on them, about a half inch from my right eye.

At the edge of that forest, there's a spot with really strong grapevines. Me and a friend whose about my age (about two weeks younger) were climbing as high as we could. This turned out to be 15-20 feet in the air. Well, we made it way up there, and my friend thought it would be fun to let go. Luckily, he was caught by the vines, about 5 feet up. He was too tangled up to move, though. I decided that the logical solution was for me to jump down, and help him down. I wasn't thinking, and I forgot that I was 15-20 feet in the air. It didn't matter, because the vines weren't sturdy enough to push off of, and the vine I was trying to jump off of tangled around my feet. I lost my balance and fell, getting stuck in the same situation as him, except that our combined weight and my momentum was too much for the vines, and they all fell. My momentum barely slowed. I paid for that one.

Er.... when I was 3, I ironed my hand.

When I was 2-ish I stuck a sharp metal object up my nose. My nose has never completly healed and will occasionally errupt into a massive blood volcano.

More later.

Today when I woke up and began walking down the hall towards the stairs to go to the kitchen. The stairs are L shaped, except backwards so there is a little landing where the L bends. So I'm walking down, and I turn to go down the last few steps.... too early I guess as my shoulder magically hit the wall, sending me spinning down the steps on my back and then against the wall ... it hurt like hell, so I assume I hit my back on the railing too because that hurt pretty bad. Yep, I've learned my lesson... DON'T GO DOWN THE ******************* STEPS WHEN YOU ARE NOT AWAKE!

If I have any advice to give to my kids, it's that skateboarding hurts you in places you didn't think were possible to be hurt in. Today, I was skate boarding and me and my friend R.G are doing cavemans (holding the skateboard, running, jumping, putting the skateboard under your feet and landing) and we think "hey, why don't we caveman off of this nice, sturdy box onto the ground and do a spin while doing so?" so we did. He didn't make it, but instead hit the ground running, while I on the other hand, landed on the front two wheels and was thrown forward. I did a front flip in the air, landing on my feet and rolling. I was laying on the ground, most of the wind knocked out of me and all I could think to say was "whatever".

Later that day, we used a 1X1 box to caveman off of. My board landed wrong, and the wheel hit me about three centemeters below my butt. Read my words and read them carefully, "LANDING IN A WAY LIKE THAT HURTS. ALOT. EVEN MORE THAN YOU THINK".

again, not the stupidest thing i have ever done, but pretty stupid.

i was swinging my sword around in my bedroom (retarded because the maximum occupancy that can fit in my bedroom is like 2) and i accidently put a big gash in my wall.

but wait, i didn't stop there.

i butchered my poor helpless bamboo plant thingy. again i was swingning my sword around and it just barely caught the thing on top of my computer. the bamboo just stood thgere for a minute (like you see in animes) and then it fell in half

I have a new one this happened yester day. I rolled my car and cant remember anyhting about it Im okay i just came out with a concusion and a couple bumps and bruises

Good to hear you're all right.

I used to be a cycle courier in london, and an avid dirt jumper on the weekends,I could tell you 100s of crazy stories, but I think one that sticks in my mind was riding home on a hot summer afternoon, across the street was an amazingly beautiful woman, I mean the kind of woman you wish about in a visual sense of beauty, long golden hair, perfect make-up legs that .... ah , you get the idea, I was definately not paying attention to where I was going, as I was dead-opposite her I hit the back of an estate car, throwing myself directly into the rear glass panel, and to my own amazement it gave way and I landed inside the rear of the car, with my legs dangling out the back. A little battered and bruised, I began to pull myself out of the car when ,you guessed it, angel face appears at the back and says "OH, are you ok?" I must have gone bright red at the embarresment, but she helped me out of the car, and we started talking.... exchanged phone numbers..it didnt last long but it was one hell of an extreme way to "pull" a very beautiful woman....

Now that was a new way of charming a lady!.....I wonder if it would work the other way around.....?

I wouldnt recommend such extreme tactics! maybe just a simple "hello" would suffice...

wow.... that would have hurt, but at least you got her for a little while....

It would work if it's a nice guy who would come help you, but I'd suggest much less extreme methods. Like saying, "Hello." Or something like that. Besides, aren't you already married? Do we have to tell your husband?

Minque, are you having an affair? Shame on you.

Anyways, I have another. A few days ago I had some friends over to myhouse and we made a fire. Eventually One of my friends and I decided that we should start jumping into the fire, this turned into kicking the flaming logs, and finally kicking them at each other. That was alot of fun, but then some girls came up so we stopped, but you can never really stop me from playing with fire so I decided so stand in it (it had died down alot by then), I looked down and the boots that I had been wearing were melting. Anyways, my feet are now covered in burns.

now that's how you win over the ladies.

Hehe, you know it!
Actually, one of the girls was someone that I am trying to win over. And I can say for a fact that it didn't not help.

lol keep up the good work.... I think....

Ah...well yes I´m married....since long ago...and my husband is fast asleep just now so we don´t have to tell him....


Ehhh noooo, not that I´m aware of....

Perhaps you're sleep-having-an-affair (like sleep-walking)

Wow. I like playing with fire too, but as I mentioned in my first post, I'm the responsible one in my group of friends. I have to set a good example for all the young people. (Due to where my birthday falls, late in winter, I'm older than most people in my grade and therefore most people I have a good chance to meet) I only poke firse with sticks, I try not to stand in them. I have a bit of a reputation as being a bit of an eccentric genius. (actually, not my words, people do really call me this though) I try not to lose the "genius" part of that, as being eccentric isn't exactly a compliment. Standing in a fire would lose me all respect for my intelligence. (Which, in retrospect, might not be a bad thing, because smart people in my neighborhood are treated only slightly better than witches in Salem)

And when I'm like someone, I go about a different approach to it than jumping in a fire while they are there and hoping that they save me. I usually sit in silence anyways, so when I like a person, I just make a cynical remark about something someone else said, just loud enough to be heard, and if they comment, I talk to them. Or I just sit there and don't do anything to give away the fact that I'm not a heartless human being.


Yeah, it'll be our little secret.

minque wasn't saying that she actually is having an affair, she merely hinted that she wouldn't mind meeting a guy under similar circumstances, and that she might actually stage those circumstances to meet said guy.

So, what she's saying is that she isn't cheating on her husband, just that she would for a short period of time with a really hot guy. Remember to look out for women who crash into cars because they're looking at you anytime in the next few weeks. I'm a little young for her, so I don't have to pay any attention next time I se a woman crash into a car. (I would probably go and see if the woman was alright, though)


Stupidest thing ever done- Post seriously on Oblivion General (official forums, not w4o) on a serious topic that I made. Can you say flame city? That isn't really the stupidest thing I've ever done, merely one of them, and a recent one too.

Ok, here's a stupid one for you. I told my mother my plans for Halloween. (in a very joking tone of voice) I said that instead of trick-or-treating with her and the little ones, (siblings) I would go to a party and come back at one in the morning completely wasted. I was joking, but you can bet that she didn't like that. She didn't realize that I was joking. (I did want to go to a party, but I was joking about getting really wasted and coming home at 1 a.m.)

How dare you insult me smarts (Also you're obviously not very eccentric or you would take it as a compliment). To think that I was trying to approach her by jumping in a fire, shame on you. I'm unbelievably systematic about everything I do. No, I typicaly stalk the girl for several years before I even have one conversation with said female (I'm not joking ). Also, I do not hide the fact that I'm cold and heartless from her, for that is who I am and if she doesn't like that, more stalking(again, not joking). There is no honor in hiding you true personality. Yeah, everyone either hate me or loves, but never inbetween, but that what happens when you're a genius (I actually am, IQ 147).

I'm not very eccentric, but I am a little, I hate that reputation. Smart or eccentric or weird people where I live get exiled from humanity.

I don't stalk people, but I do track information that I find out. For example, I know where the girl I like lives. She rode the same bus as me in middles school, and I happened to see where she went. I know where her locker is this year, because I saw her opening her locker. I know she has a pet dog, because she and I used to walk our pets in the same area. None of this is stalking, because I didn't go out of my way to find out any of this stuff. I just happened to be in the same place at the same time.

I hide my feelings for everyone. I said I try not to give away the fact that I'm not a cold and heartless human being. I pretend to be cold and heartless around everyone. I am a self-chosen exile from humanity, as far as most people who know me think. I pretty much stay cool and in control of my emotions no matter how strong they are. (Except in the mornings, last time somebody pissed me off while I was tired I twisted his hand backwards until he was crying and saying his hand was broken. I didn't break it, but that was mostle because what he had done didn't quite warrant a broken hand as far as I was concerned.) People never know what I'm thinking because keep my face composed and emotionless. Thus, I have an untrue reputation for being cold and emotionless.

I also do not talk to people right away when I like them. When I'm near them, I listen to what they are saying and pay attention to how they act, so I can get a good idea of their personality. If I still like them, then I still don't speak to them directly, I just occasionally mention something to them in those moments when I am near them. I see where it goes from there, if they hate me I leave them alone.

I do hide my true personality, by pretending to be cold and emotionless. For real, I'm a bit poetic and philosophical, and I can read other people easier, see what they're like fairly quickly and accurately.

Very few people hate me, but those who do, hate me all the way. They have, on various occasions, done all of these:
-Made up rumors about me, everywhere from me being homosexual to me giving little children money for a blowjob.
-Thrown bricks at my head.
-Beaten me physically.
-Stolen from me.
-Tried to choke me to death.
-Threatened my life.
They leave me alone now, mostly, because of what I did one morning on the schoolbus, where I twisted one of their hand's back until he was crying. That, and the fact that EVERY SINGLE PERSON who was within one hundred feet of me even in that one case where I struck back has vouched for me.

I'm usually happier by myself than with people, even my friends. My friends are mostly people who I argue philosophy and religion and science and politics with in school. Other than that, I don't have many friends, and don't particularly need them.

Most people stick up for me when I need it, because I will stick up for anyone who I know is in the right, and will help people when I can. The only person I don't fight for is myself, because I don't like confrontations, and most problems are easy enough to ignore.

Anything above 120 is considered a genius IQ. Myself, my mother, and my mother's boyfriend all took an IQ test. My mother is 127, I am 133, and my mother's boyfriend is 135.

I do know how I got like this, and it een fits back into the original question in the post, as it was a particularly stupid thing to do.

I hit puberty early, before age ten. I had read about various changes that happen, particularly mental changes. I decided that I, and not testosterone and/or other hormones, was going to run my life. I began practicing keeping myself alone and shut in, and I got good at it fairly quickly. Before that I had been fairly popular, but hadn't liked it. I found being alone more enjoyable that being with other people. Long story short, I built myself walls and a lock, and I lost the key. I have pretty much lost my ability to socialize with people. I can speak to people, but I can't start a conversation, nor figure out how to signify that I am willing to speak with someone. At least, I can't do either of those things easily, or without feeling stupid. Basically, I locked myself in, and I can't figure out how to let someone else in now that I might actually want to.

Actually above 145 in genius. 130+ is gifted I believe. I believe at your age I was 133, maybe 134, I'm not sure, but now I'm 136, my Dad is 144. 120 is not genius. Anyway, Genius is not in accordance with the IQ test. Genius is not just being able to foigure out which shapes go with other shapes, it's much deeper than that. There's an old saying, "Humans are tolerant of everything but genius."

Funny though, I think around puberty I lost my popularity as well... around 7th grade and it didn't come back until 11th grade. Of course, I still hate my parents impulsively but I'm rather glad I do. I mean, my parents have made each other two of the most unhappy people I have ever met. According to Freud, in relationships you usually act like your parent did (boys act like their dads and girl act like their moms) and typically they are naturally attracted to partners who acted like the other parents. In that sense, I'm extremely thankful that I try to do everything the opposite of my parents.

I'm a little too idealistic to just shun humanity out. I see hope in every person and I try to bring that out. I have a different perspective on life though. I see it sort of like a machine you have on loan for like 60-80 years that you simply deposit back into the cycle of life when your finished, and you can do whatever you want with it. Why shut it away and with-hold it so selfishly from humanity? I mean, I can understand being happier just keeping people away, but happiness is little more than a few chemicals traveling from one sector to another in your brain. Happiness is meant solely to condition humans to repeat something, and nothing more. Sure, it's easier to do things when your happy but aside from that it's more important to me to help people.

I'm wondering..

Are you all Emo's? Cause it sorta sounds like it

Hah, why hate your parents? What do you gain from that? A harder life. Thats what you gain. I can't particularly say I like my parents all the time but I've recognized that my life and their life have and will never exist in the same type of planar existance. I guess simply put, I love my parents, and I don't think without their support and possibly my churches I would make it too far in life. (At least consider a church a support network you anti-religion peeps)

Hey Kindred, didn't you say you didn't need a use for violence or something like that, like when I said something about shooting someone if they were stalking me?

And another thing, whats with this stalking/gathering info/being cold hearted/ crap? Everything you describe about yourself reminds me of the rejects of the school that everyones dispises because there arrogant, stuck up, emo'ish (usually), and rejecting of society. You only have one life to live.. Why waist it? Sure sometimes I like going home and reading a book by myself, but its been made a fact that humans are social creatures and tend to do alot better in social enviroments.

But, to go one with the most stupid thing ever done.. posibly reply in a thread with the title Stupidest Thing Ever Done.. Come on, that horribly wrong grammer..

Lets see, actually I dented up the front of my truck hitting a stop sign going 55 mph, fell asleep on someone (a lady friend) and then continued to drool on her, and put sodium in water... again bad idea..

The stupidest thing I ever did, was when I came into existance.
And I wish I had a sword... or a spear...or an actual yew longbow.....

You'll make a great president Channler, passing off judgement without bothering considering people as people. Classifying them into groups so they no longer become humans in your eyes... it's the American way.

I'll tell you exactly why I don't like my parents:

1. I'm 16 years old and though I have an intellect many consider around the age of 35 I am not arrogant enough to assume I have maturity above the age of 16. I'm a simple minded horny teenager, the only difference is I spend about 10 times more energy thinking about things than the average teenager.

2. My mother has a psychosis. It's called BPD, and it makes her nearly impossible to deal with unless I make myself completely emotionally detached to her.

3. My Dad is a slob. He's seriously generated like 45 pet peeves (as in, I can't stand it when someone does something because he does it.) He's impatient, unkind and because of his PTSD from the Vietnam War he's very difficult to confront.

Channler, I'm not emo, and here's why:

I leave my baggage where it belongs. When I walk into Karate, Football, Wrestling, one of my Activist meetings, class or anything else, I don't carry my crap in with me. With my friends, I'm a friend.

But despite that, I'm very offended by you using the term emo. Yes, I call people emo too weho bring their drama with them where ever they go, but you call people Econazis because they care about the environment, I mean, it seems like you're trying to start some sort of class war.

Argh! Pirates don't fight wars, just the battles..

And I NEVER said you are a EMO.



I said you all sound like it. People see the outside first, and thats what I saw.

No I do not call people ENVIRONazis because they care about the enviroment. I call them ENVIROnazis cause they are nazis when it comes to the enviroment. I'll be damned if some rare plant is what stands in my way and the cure for cancer.

I never ment to start something Doomed, you took it to far.

I think you meant something else when you said economy.

And, we have a cure for cancer already, it's called: stop using cancer causing chemicals on your body, don't intake plastic, protect yourself from the sun, get rid of nucealr weapons and nucealr energy, stop corporations from poisoning the environment, etcetera.

Ah, I only knew that anything above 120 was above the American average. Oh, there's another old saying related to genius. "Talent is what a man possesses. Genius is what posesses a man." So, by that logic, if you know how you figured something out, you're just very smart. If you just know things, and have no idea how, then you're a genius. By that logic, I'm not a genius, and if I am, only a mild one. Very rarely does anything come from inspiration.

Eh, as far as I'm concerned, my parents are just other people. (With two exceptions: They brought me into this world, and they pay for my stuff) I'll hang out with them when I want to, if not, I won't. I don't hate my parents, I don't hate anyone, but I don't hang out with them much. My mother changes her story all the time, so it's impossible to pin her down on any specific facts, and is religious, and hates the fact that I'm not. (Doesn't hate me, just that I'm not religious, specifically, that I'm not a Christian) My father I rarely see, as he uses his computer a lot, not to mention working all day. I see him five minutes in the morning and five minutes at night, maybe more if I go and get myself a midnight snack, plus a little on weekends. (He's agnostic so he had no problem with my religious preferences) And I haven't noticed any correllation between how the girl I have a crush on and my mother act. In fact, besides physical/mental attraction I like her because my mother wouldn't. (Rebellious, ain't I? )


Eh, I've seen little or no benefit to letting people into my self made walls. I do my best thinking when I'm alone, and very often, simply being near people who I don't like actually gives me headaches, even if they are leaving my alone and not doing anything. People I like or have an apathetic attitude towards I haveno problem with, although I still see no real benefit for me to hang out with people, usually. Sometimes I do want to be near people, but I live in the suburbs, so I can walk just about anywhere I need to go, or ride my bike. And, failing that, I could always catch a bus, they're fairly cheap. If I think if great ideas, I can post them on the internet, and I'm sure that there will be somebody who will use them for their own reasons if the ideas were any good in the first place.

Why keep my life from humanity? Why not? I have met very few people who wanted to hear my ideas. If a person wants something from me, they can ask, and if possible, I'll give it freely.

And as to the happiness thing: I rarely feel happy. I don't like to feel happy. Melancholy is the feeling that is my preffered state. I don't like sunshine and daisies, I like dark and stormy days with thunder and lightning. Or grey days with a cold breeze blowing a light drizzle through the air. As far as I'm concerned, a particular state of feeling isn't required for me to do something. Happiness is not an emotion I enjoy, because it is that much harder to control it. I am not happy when I am alone, I am contemplative.


Nope. The closest stereotype o fit me would be Gothic. While I'm not a druggy, I wear dark clothing, hang out with Gothic people because they tend to understand my thoughts better, ect... Emo is overly emotional, people who would consider suicide. While life isn't great (if you do think life is great, never read any of my poetry, it will frain your will to live ) I wouldn't kill myself, because for all I know, whatever's after life could be far, far worse. Like I said, Emo is overly emotional, while I believe I said I try to lock my emotions up.


Hate tends to complicate things. I don't hate anyone, as hate is a strong word. I dislike people, yes. But hat is an emotion I reserve for people who do truly horrible things. (murder, serial killings, rape, torture, anything sick and twisted)

I am not Christian, and am an aetheist. Of religions I have researched, the closest to something I could believe would be Wiccan, but I'm not going to convert to Wiccan for the practical reason that I don't know enough about the religion to devote myself to it. While I'mnot Christian, and I argue with many of their beliefs, I can understand the need for religion as an anchor, something familiar to hold on to. I will debate religion, and disagree with religious people, but I value the oppinion of a person just as highly no matter what religion they belong to, it simply makes no real difference to me. (Unless their religion is based on human sacrifice, but there aren't too many openly confessed Satanists where I live)

These were slightly different circumstances. These people and I had some bad history together. We had met five years before, and were initially friends, and then we just stopped seeing eachother. It happens sometimes. Next time I saw them, they threw bricks at my. The time after that, one of them lifted me off the ground by my throat. Over the years, the beat me up several times. They made up rumors that I was homosexual. I ignored the rumors, figuring that it wasn't exactly that big an insult (as far as I can tell, there's nothing wrong with being homosexual, just because it's not my thing doesn't mean it's bad) and that nobody would believe it anyways. I found that, after that, some people avoided me a lot. I lost a lot of respect for people in general then, what with people making things up, people believing them, and the homophobia. They had hurt me on several occasions, hurt people for being my friends as well. And that was ealy in the morning. I'm not a morning person, especially when I get two hours of sleep as I had that night, and they were annoying me worse than usual. So yes, I did hurt him. Any you know what? It didn't solve anything. The solution only came when the people involved split up. (one deciding to find better things in life that picking on people, I had only been one of his favorite targets, and the othe coming out of the closet with some other guy, and deciding that he couldn't mock me even if his rumors turned out to be true)

The particular thing I said was that I didn't have a gun becase I was usually nonviolent, and too young, and because I usually try to avoid physical confrontations, I keep my name off the internet, making it more difficult to find me. Not that I actually think that someone is going to hunt me down from my name alone and actually find me, and do through all this trouble to kidnap a lower middle class guy. It's just a precaution that I take because it costs nothing, and had possible good sideeffects and no bad side effects that I can think of. I'll just use the alias Kindred Spirit when I need to say something, or use some kind of name or another for something. I was saying that I don't have a gun because I am usually anti-violent. Besides, as far as I can tell, shooting somebody in the heart is a few orders of magnitude more serious than twisting someone's arm, causing no serious or permanent damage. (He only thought I was going to break his arm, it wasn't near the breaking point. He isn't the toughest kid in the world)


Info gathering- This is simply keeping track of things I see. For example, I saw somebody go into a house immediately after school and drop their backpack on the ground, logically, I can assume they live there. I see someone going up to a locker, and opening it with the combination. Logically, I can assume that it is their locker. My brain retains information, both useless and useful, very easily. That is why I do good at school, my mind easily retains trivia. My brain eeps track of everything I know about everyone I know. Thus, information gathering, for me, is actually just something automatic. As long as my mind isn't preoccupied, I can usually remember things that happen. Otherwise, my brain doesn't remember, since it didn't make much of a note of it. See, not as big a deal as it was made out to be.
Cold Hearted- I can't speak for King Death, but for me, I act cold hearted because it makes it easier to stay away from people. I prefer to keep people at an arms length, and it helps if they aren't purposely coming after you. It isn't true, nor is the charade particularly well done, and people who really want to see through it, can. It is only something I use to keep people away from me to give me time to consider what to do, and to give me alone time.
Rejects of the School- Perhaps. I get along well enough with most people, I just prefer them not to get too close. (Physically, mentally, or emotionally) I am claustrophobic, and can't stand crowds, or enclosed spaces, or anything like that for long stretches of time. I also like to have mental and emotional room to breath, so to say. I like not having serious obligations to people, and I like them not to have serious obligations to me.
Arrogant- I don't think of myself as arrogant, but other's might, as one is always too close to oneself to be a pure and objective judge of character. I don't consider myself better than everyone, and I recongnize that other people are better than me at many things. I know that just because I am better at people at one thing, that doesn't mean that they can't be better than me at something else. I usually cleanly out argue one of my friends in religious/philosophical debates, but he almost always beats me at war-technology discusions, as he has more knowledge, both practical and otherwise, than me about this. I am better at some people at mathematics, but they may be better at physical things, or anything else. I might be better than somebody in any one area, but they might be better than me at other things. Even those who say that they aren't better than me at anything (not many people, but a few have said this) may be downplaying their own talents, or not considering them themselves. I don't disreguard someone's oppinion in an area even if I am better than them at that, I consider it, and if it seems valid, add it to what I was doing, and if not, have a discussion with them about that area, seeing if one of us was confused. (It has happened before that I was wrong about something, even though I thought I was right, and had no confusion in my mind whatsoever. If a person is not as good as me at something, and wants help, I'll help. If they are not as good as me and don't want help, I'll trust that they know what they are doing, and won't help them unless they ask.
Emo'ish- Like I said, an Emo is someone overly emotional. Somebody who cries at night because nobody likes them/something bad happened or someone who threatens to commit suicide. Someone overly dramatic. Once again, I don't consider myself an Emo, but you may have your own, differing oppinion, which isn't necesarily wrong, and it is entirely up to you to decide what you think. I can't change it, if I could I wouldn't as everyone is entitled to their own oppinion.
Rejecting of Society- Yes, I suppose I am rather rejecting of society, but I don't see it as as big a deal as you seem to. I seem to be perfectly fine on my own, and if I need society for something, it's right there, so I'll live with the fact that it lives next door rather than in my home.

I think you're being a little overly judgemental here. I think he's just trying to say something, and while I disagree with it, he may have a point. A person cannot be an impertial judge for anyone, especially themselves, but no one else either, as predjudices are instantly formed with every piece of knowledge about someone. Since all of our jdgements are flawed, I see no reason that his own oppinion may not be as valid as our own.

Yeah, that doesn't sound very Emo to me.

I am not Emo in my oppinon because I do not go around with everything that happens to me, carrying it around. I also don't express it often in public. Will I sometimes be dramatic, just for fun? Yeah, from time to time. Do I honestly carry around enough emotional baggage to keep an army of flight attendants busy? No.

As far as social classes go, the closest I can think of would be Gothic. If not for reasons I stated before, then for this one: I don't go out in the sun. I avoid the sun, I get a ride places on sunny days, I walk on the gry/cloudy days.

For this post, I tried to place aside cynicism, pessimism, and sarcasm as much as possible, and honestly give my oppinion.

I respect you Kindred for that post. No sarcasim ment.

It seems I just don't understand some things about other people, and I never will I guess. But I will try, and I'll try to be friends with those I don't like, even if it kills me.. well sorta..

Seems odd to me though that someone would want to shun society like that. WHen theres so much there why not embrace it? But I think we might need to take this to another topic. Like the debate one.

Heh, oh yea, I got pulled over coming home from work tonight. I was drinking a can of coke and the cop pulled me over and made me walk the line. It was so funny.

Thank you Channler, I sincerely apologize for getting defensive with you. You're roght Kindred, I was being overly judgmental. I mean, one of the biggest problems I see in the world today is when people just put people they don't understand in a group, alienate them. What human beings need to realize is that, far greater than are differences are our similarities. A native american saying is, "All creatures share the same pulse." It's something that is carried onto Christianity as well, believe it or not, that all life is connected and flows into each other. In one sense actually, when one human being murders another human being, they murder a small part of themselves.

It's the cause of war, really, of violence. In every situation I may not act right, but I've learned the importance of fixing my mistakes. I've learned that no matter what disagreements I've had with people they can be repaired and I can not only find the humanity in them but eventually they see the humanity in me. Two examples: This guy hated me in 9th grade for no real reason but he was always critical of everything I did and he saw me as something he invented in his mind. In return, I hated him as well. Recently I was walking around town with a friend, and knowing our feud he joked about how we could head up to his house. I laughed, too, then thought, "What would he do exactly?" So we walked up there, he didn;t recognize me because my hair was longer, but in the end we put it behind us. We're friends now. Another example would be republicans I knew, When I was younger I tended to see republicans a certain way, growing up in a very politically oriented family. My Dad scorned Bush and demonized him. I now I see my political mentor and I wonder, "Why does he have to hate him just because he doesn't agree with him?" I'll admit, in my opinion Bush is doing awful, awful things, lying and disrespecting power but I still share a pulse with the guy. Try it, it puts you in perspective.

Channler- It's alright. Nobody can ever understand anyone else perfectly, or even themselves. Obviously, across the internet, when you don't even get to meet a person personally, you're bound to make a mistake from time to time.

DoomedOne- Politics- Yeah, my entire family disagrees with Bush, we live in one of the States that Kerry won, even if only by a little bit. (I think it was 48% to 52% To give you an idea of how disliked he is here, a kid in my school wants a rocket launcher so he can shoot Bush. That kid isn't too bright, naturally.) My father disagrees with Bush about many, many things. My brother, well, thinks that Bush had the right idea to the war, but the wrong approach, and thinks that he should have just bombed the whole country. My mother disagrees with Bush because off his stance on abortion and for other reasons that vary from time to time. I disagree with most of Bushes decisions, most particularly, his Christian superiority. (He won't let countries that America is helping rebuild use condoms, because "The only Christian method of birth control is abstinance." Correct me if I'm wrong, but I don't think Christianity is even the main religion in those countries) My sister doesn't like Bush because none of us like Bush, and she's only seven, a little young to be having serious political oppinions. (I know when I was seven, all I knew was the president's name) Oh yeah, and because she likes the name Kerry better than Bush. However, we don't hate him. Once again, hate is a powerful emotion, one better not used for people who don't deserve it. I'm not going to hate someone because of his politcs, I'll disagree with them and try to convert them. (This actually worked, one of my Republican friends is now a Democrat because of his political arguements with me) I will disagree with him, disrespect him, but not hate. And I don't think he deserves to die. How about this. I pretend I'm a member of some other to avoid sharing a oulse with him? I thought about what you said, and you are right, it does put things in perspective.

Oh, and here's a funny one for you. Bush in a school, holding a book.

More for the stupidest things ever done list:

I stepped on my brother's skateboard and rolled down the stairs. Ouch.

the dumbest thing ive ever done is take a piss outside in my backyard
in boxers on a cold winter night...( 2:00 in the morning...)

OMG these long posts hurt my brain!!!!!! it's like the damn parliament in here!!!

new stupid update: twirling an airsoft pistol on my finger like Oselot (or ocelot?sp?) in MGS3 then shooting myself in the knee.

it was quite funny actually, i quote myself:

Me, speaking to my friend: "Look at me, I'm Ocelot! [twirling noise] OH MY KNEE! [*falls to the ground, clutching his knee*]"

Once I climbed to the very top of an apple tree, and put a lawn chair in the crook of the branch. then sat there in it. Every day after school. For an hour. For about two weeks. Then one of my friends sat in it and fell out of it. This tree was at least twenty feet tall, maybe thirty. He managed to hit most of the branches on the way down, which thankfully broke his fall quite a bit. He ended up hitting the ground and laying there for a minute or two, but he was fine. Although, since the lowest branch was still a good 7 feet up, he hit pretty hard...

About a week later, I climbed into the top of that same apple tree and had an apple fight with some people on the ground. If you've never had one, an apple fight is like a snowball fight, only with apples. Well, they were chucking apples up at me, and I was chucking them back down. I hit one of them pretty hard on accident...


I was playing hocky in the rain with one of my friends and this tomgirl who lives next door to him (and is as good or better than us at most things) while it was raining. Well, I took a slapshot, and she jumped in the way, and got splashed with water. Well, she ran to her house to get changed. Her mother asked her why she was wet, got the story from her, and began chewing me out. "Who shoots a hocky puck when there's a puddle in front of them, and there's a little kid there?" I told you she jumped in as I shot, not noticing that I shot. I replied to her mother, "Who in the world stands in front of a puddle while someone is swinging a hockey puck at it?" She got me in trouble with my parents. For what it's worth, the girl did apologize for getting me grounded, but her mother's just a whiny jerk.

That sounds EXACTLY like my parents, I'm not even exaggerating.

I can believe that. Why should I be the only person in the world with parents like that? They aren't the worst, not by a long shot, but I can't see what they ever saw in eachother. Ah well. Not my place to know. I'm sure there was something.

My mother somehow combines the inability to punish people and the single strictest person I know. I, at fourteen, am STILL not allowed off my street without telling her EXACTLY where I'll be, who will be there, what I'll be doing, and why. If I plan to go somewhere, even across the stree from there, she has to know why, when, and where we'll be rom there. I am not allowed to do anything out of her sight, and whenever she doesn't see me, she assumes I'm hanging out with a bunch of druggees. And she can't punish anyone for anything with a punishment more severe than being sentto their room for a few minutes, which is where I spend all my time at her house anyways, sleeping. So, if I want to do something that badly, I can do it, wihtout getting in trouble. However, I prefer to convince her that she doesn't need to know where I'll be this ONE time. (And I do this whenever I feel like going somewhere. lol)


My dad doesn't cae where I go, what I do, where I'm going. I told him that I going for a walk, and I didn't know where I was going or when I'd be back. He told me not to get to stoned to find my way back by one in the morning. I told him, this Halloween, (as a joke) my plans to go to a Halloween party and get back by three in the morning, compassion-faced drunk. He told me to be back by one, instead. I came in once, at two thirty in the morning, and he and one of his friends were sitting up, drinking Vodka and orange juice. He asked me if I wanted some. My dad's punishment for my siblings, no matter what they do, if they break one of the very few rules he has, consists of saying "Don't do it again." (Oh, on those two occasions, I was back by five and eight, repectively, and not drunk or high at all)

So my dad really doesn't see me much, and doesn't care much, and my mom sees me a bit, and cares too much. I know a balance would be better, but I think I prefer my dad's approach, giving me pretty much absolute freedom, trusting his parenting skills and my own common sense to keep me out of trouble. I wouldn't reccommend that many other parents do it, because it just doesn't work for all kids. I am much more responsible than most people I know who are my age, and, with some of the opporitunities I've had, they would have done some pretty bad things.


STUPIDEST THING EVER:

Arguing philosophcally with my younger brother, whose particular personal philosophy is that everyone who disagrees with him should be killed, that everyone he doesn't like should be killed, and everyone who beats him at anything should also be killed. (all of them by fate or someone else, not himself, naturally) Arguing philophy with him is similar to banging your head against a wall; loud, noisy, doesn't accomplish anything, and give you a headache. Not that it's necesarily bad when a person is so set in their philosophy that nothing can sway them, sometimes it indicates not stubborness, but simply absolute faith, which I have to admire.

stupidiest thing i ever done is buying World of warcraft without knowing I need to pay for an account every month....now im stuck with a World of Warcraft disks... 1 month (free trail) is over my class mates are going to leave me playing rakion and BF2....soon, they hate me couse im not really friend of them we are just class mates...
ehh whatever...im screwed

I cant think of the stupidest thing ive ever done... I do a lot of weird crap when im bored. Take the picture in my sig for example.

killed someone....

Dunno realy

Hmmmm, either when I and my father was building a new floor, I ended up nailing myself seven times to the floor.

Or when I drove my car down a large stair, and chrshed into a building( was in the hospital for a week.

Oh my god! That's like stuff on the show jackass.

I kinda want to see that now...(minus the being in the hospital part)

Dantrag, trust me you do not want to see that, I am turning sixteen in a couple of monts, and was out test driving, then it was slippo on the wall, the car got out of controll, and suddenly I wake up on the hospital. The car was a WRECK and I was wery ill, my father though only got away with some bruises ( that lucky devil ) .

The most painfull thing though was naiiling mysef to the floor, with the nailgun seven times. I nailed myself once, and it was so painfull, that I didn't release the gun, and just kept on pushing it. fortunatly I only had seven nails left when I nailed myself. ( Who knows how many nails, I would have gotten in my hand). and I have but one word for that. OOUUCHH.

Ps: nice new sig.

the stupidest thing that I've ever done that is *publishable*?

Well, One time I was dared to pick up a brick and throw it in some mud, thus making the mud spray everywhere and getting us all covered in mud, yeah, it was a pretty radom thing to do...but we were like...8 at the time.

So I did it, pretty unspectacular, apart from when I looked at my hand, which now had a huge cut on it, and was bleeding at an...uncomfortable rate.

To make matters worse, there was very little civilisation nearby, So I had to walk all the way to the nearest friends house with my mate, a very long way. I'm surprised I didn't faint, though I did get quite dizzy.

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That, however, somewhat pales in comparison to something I did when I was even younger, 'bout 5.

My older brother was playing with his penknife, and showing off with it. I decided that I wanted to have a go, so I grabbed it off him...by the blade.

You can still see the scar.

vaanic~one- I did something like that once. I was the only person awake, and I found my dad's razor. The kind you use to cut boxes and stuff, not the shaving kind. I was real little, maybe three, four, five, I don't remember exactly. I took the razor, was playing around with it, cut my hand wide open. Big bleed. I managed to keep from screaming, and I went into the bathroom and washed my hand untill the blood stopped, then washed up all the spilled blood on the floor. It's a measure of my mother and father's parenting skills that they never found out about this.

Just today, I did something fairly stupid. There was supposed to be a big snowstorm today, and there wasn't. So I decided to walk to a friend's house, she lives maybe fifteen minutes away by foot. As soon as I get to her street, the snowstorm starts up, so bad I could barely see ten feet. Then I find out that nobody is home at her house. So I have to walk back to my house through the snowstorm. (including crossing a five lane road, which is always busy, in that visibility)

I once sprained my ankle really badly when I was out sledding, not too far from my house. I couldn't move without badly hurting myself, so I sent my brother home to go get my parents to help. I sat there untill my watch said it had been forty five minutes. I then began crawling through the snow all the way home, including going through a small creek that flows between the hill and my house, and found him sitting there sipping hot cocoa. I've never gone anywhere with him since, and I changed my sleep schedule so that I never see him. (This isn't only because of that incident, it's also because he's a creep in general, and I hadn't even wanted to take him sledding with me in the first place, I was forced into it by my parents.)