Strange Confessions

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Confess something odd. We had one of these, but it's long locked.

Here I go. I have a hell of a time telling left from right, former from latter (this one gets me constantly) east from west, etc. Every time, I have to put real conscious effort into being able to tell which is which. It's a pretty much lifelong affliction.
 
I always feel like it takes me way too long to decipher the time on a non-digital clock whenever someone asks me the time. If no one asks, it's not a problem. But if they do... goddamn, I suddenly forget how to tell time!
 
I also keep messing up east and west and have to do this whole little routine in my head "Nie Ohne Seife Washen" to remember those two directions.
I also keep forgetting what time it is,even after I just checked the time.Like,4 seconds have passed and I am "What time was it again?"
I am incredibly vain,concerning my hair.
 
You can't have a conversation with me in a public place. I get ,like, sensory over load. There's to many people to watch and listen too! It frustrates my husband and confuses my friends. That's why I like small parties and stuff rather than going to a restaurant or a club. I just can't concentrate.
 
I had 3 spare inscisors, 2 on the top and 1 on the bottom. Now I just have 32 teeth after having 2 wisdom teeth and an abscessed tooth removed.

As for confessions, I spent over an hour getting a copy of my phone background image off of other devices after losing my work phone. All for a picture of a sockmonkey.
 
Confess something odd. We had one of these, but it's long locked.

Here I go. I have a hell of a time telling left from right, former from latter (this one gets me constantly) east from west, etc. Every time, I have to put real conscious effort into being able to tell which is which. It's a pretty much lifelong affliction.
I don't know if this helps, but "we go west" is always how I remembered east from west. If you're looking at a compas with North at the top and South at the bottom, it spells WE on the east/west points. I remember my right hand because it's the hand i write with. Kind of roundabout, but for Former and Latter, I remember Former President because somehow, I can easily remember that means a president who is no longer president. For Latter, I remember Church of Latter Day Saints, because they are saints that came after the catholic saints. They work for me. I've always relied on mnemonic devices for remembering pretty much anything.

As for my personal confession, I can't eat food with bones in it. At all. I have no problem with meat that has been cut off the bone, but if it has the bone in it and I see it in there, I just can't bring myself to eat it.
 
I don't know if this helps, but "we go west" is always how I remembered east from west. If you're looking at a compas with North at the top and South at the bottom, it spells WE on the east/west points. I remember my right hand because it's the hand i write with. Kind of roundabout, but for Former and Latter, I remember Former President because somehow, I can easily remember that means a president who is no longer president. For Latter, I remember Church of Latter Day Saints, because they are saints that came after the catholic saints. They work for me. I've always relied on mnemonic devices for remembering pretty much anything.

As for my personal confession, I can't eat food with bones in it. At all. I have no problem with meat that has been cut off the bone, but if it has the bone in it and I see it in there, I just can't bring myself to eat it.
I don't use those exact mnemonics, but I do have my go tos. I just wish that those things didn't confound me so badly that I needed them for such simple things and such specific simple things. People hate when I'm giving directions, because lefts and rights are often a mishmash of mistakes.
 
Basically, I used them for a long time, until they eventually became automatic. Sometimes I have to work on stuff like that, and some people have weird mental blocks. For instance, I have some sort of mental block with the word Hyperbole. I don't know why. I know exactly what it means, but I can never bring the word to mind without really thinking about it for longer than I'd like to admit.
 
I got east and west mixed up until I remembered the Wild West took place in places like California. I knew where California is, so that helped me remember where west is.

I have arguments out loud with myself quite often. It's embarrassing when it happens in public.
 
I got east and west mixed up until I remembered the Wild West took place in places like California. I knew where California is, so that helped me remember where west is.

I have arguments out loud with myself quite often. It's embarrassing when it happens in public.
But California is to the East of where you live! :p
 
I used to love eating hot dogs with peanut butter.

This one might be too personal, but...I often wonder if I'm gay and in denial or something. I fully admit to recognizing if a guy is attractive, going as far as being jealous of their fit body or whatever. But the moment I consider the idea of doing anything physical with a guy, even just kissing, and I'm immediately not interested (I almost want to say disgusted, but I don't want that taken the wrong way). So, I guess it's not a matter of being gay but just being open minded enough to recognize attractiveness in men.
 
I used to love eating hot dogs with peanut butter.

This one might be too personal, but...I often wonder if I'm gay and in denial or something. I fully admit to recognizing if a guy is attractive, going as far as being jealous of their fit body or whatever. But the moment I consider the idea of doing anything physical with a guy, even just kissing, and I'm immediately not interested (I almost want to say disgusted, but I don't want that taken the wrong way). So, I guess it's not a matter of being gay but just being open minded enough to recognize attractiveness in men.
Brother, I don't think that makes you gay at all. I think most guys can tell that Steve Buscemi is ugly and George Clooney is good-lookin'. Most guys don't like to admit that, I guess. What dude wouldn't want to have David Beckham's body (sans tattoos)?

Strange confession: I hate looking in the mirror. I don't like looking at myself in pictures either. If I need to look in the mirror, I usually make an odd face while doing so.

Also, I hate anyone messing with my fingernails. I think a manicure sounds like absolute torture.
 
This one might be too personal, but...I often wonder if I'm gay and in denial or something. I fully admit to recognizing if a guy is attractive, going as far as being jealous of their fit body or whatever. But the moment I consider the idea of doing anything physical with a guy, even just kissing, and I'm immediately not interested (I almost want to say disgusted, but I don't want that taken the wrong way). So, I guess it's not a matter of being gay but just being open minded enough to recognize attractiveness in men.
I can understand this completely! I am the same way with other women. Eventually I came to the conclusion that wondering if I am gay or bi-sexual was a result of how other people reacted to me saying I thought someone of the same sex is attractive. Appreciating someone's physique is quite a bit different than being attracted to or sexually aroused by them. A lot of people don't understand that, in my personal experience.
 

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They're not great. I admit I survived going with my mom and sister before my wedding, but I didn't like having my nails messed with. I didnt mind having my hands and arms rubbed, though. That part was nice.
 
Look at this map. Find Taiwan. Find California. Which is in the eastern half of the map, and which is in the western half? :p
Counterpoint:
:p

As far as my own strange confessions go...I'm trying to come up with one and failing. Does the time I went vegetarian for a week count when I was twelve year old count? I would substitute my meats for cheese or eggs. It was pretty weird, in retrospect.
 
"Confession": I like watching gay porn a lot more than straight. I mean, like, two dudes. I really don't know what this says about me. None of my chick friends seem to be into it, one actually finds it repulsive. I know that there are girls all over tumblr and the like that are into it...but...I dunno.

Husband calls me weird for it. Make me feel kinda down.
 
Counterpoint:
:p

As far as my own strange confessions go...I'm trying to come up with one and failing. Does the time I went vegetarian for a week count when I was twelve year old count? I would substitute my meats for cheese or eggs. It was pretty weird, in retrospect.
Counter-counterpoint: You missed what I was saying. Telling bhamv that California is to the east of him is an entirely arbitrary decision based on whatever map he had in his head.
 
"Confession": I like watching gay porn a lot more than straight. I mean, like, two dudes. I really don't know what this says about me. None of my chick friends seem to be into it, one actually finds it repulsive. I know that there are girls all over tumblr and the like that are into it...but...I dunno.

Husband calls me weird for it. Make me feel kinda down.
I have so many female friends who watch a LOT of mansex, you are no stranger than a man that watches girl on girl stuff.
 
"Confession": I like watching gay porn a lot more than straight. I mean, like, two dudes. I really don't know what this says about me. None of my chick friends seem to be into it, one actually finds it repulsive. I know that there are girls all over tumblr and the like that are into it...but...I dunno.

Husband calls me weird for it. Make me feel kinda down.
Eh, I think it makes sense. You find men attractive and you don't find women attractive. Therefore you substitute something you don't like for something you like more.
 
Eh, I think it makes sense. You find men attractive and you don't find women attractive. Therefore you substitute something you don't like for something you like more.
Except I do find chicks attractive! Like, to the point I consider myself by sexual. I just can't get into lesbian porn, though. It's...crass.
 
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