Put me down for this too, and add: any time I'm walking over a bridge or look out an airplane window.
Other stupid thoughts include, and I blame cartoons for this one, that any time I step on a manhole cover I will fall into the sewer.
And, that if I park in a handicap spot, use a handicap bathroom or press those buttons that open the handicap door, that at some point in my life the universe find a way to put me in a wheelchair. So to anyone at the University of Lethbridge who wonders why that jerk didn't keep the door open in the Link to U-Hall, it was probably me and this is definitely why.
No need to worry.
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Why are manhole covers round?
A round manhole cover cannot fall through its circular opening, whereas a square manhole cover may fall in if it were inserted diagonally in the hole.
Whenever I see punk kids, I start the process of getting jacked up for a fight, just incase they say something stupid to me, or do something idiotic to my family.
Kicker - I haven't been in a fight since grade school.
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This thread really goes to show how close you are to getting pushed in front of a bus on a daily bus. One synapse fires the wrong way on someone and !BOOM!.
Mine is:
Everytime I am in a boring conference or meeting or anywhere with an enclosed space and a lot of people, I picture how my squad would go about neutralizing everyone in the room.
-Where should the flash bangs be thrown
-who is going to kick up a fuss and should be dispatched first
-what windows would I rappel through
-what load out would I have (CoD style)
I used to have a job where I worked at great heights and I would always play out the scenario where I jumped or fell to my doom in my head. All the way from the jump, to who would notice first. I remember reading an article on why we have these thoughts and it's basically to train the mind to think through the consequences of actions in order to not do those crazy things.
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I live in an area that has quite a bit of spiders. Small little guys, daddy long legs... even Orb Weavers (don't search it if you hate spiders, this thing looks UG-LEEEEE). I've eliminated my fair share of these things, as I'm not a fan of them myslef.
But every time I walk outside my front door, I think that there's a large group of spiders, all together somewhere, planning their revenge attack.
Hate it when I walk into a web strand, and all I can think of is "OMG OMG WHERE IS IT WHERE IS IT WHERE IS THE SPIIIIIIIDER?"
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I also try my hardest to avoid walking on cracks in the sidewalk or lines in floor tiles, but that may be more of an OCD thing, instead of a creepy thing.
Likely OCD. I'm also a no-crack stepper if I have nothing else to distract me. Often I'll adjust my stride length to consistently miss the cracks. The other thing I do is pick a point in the distance and guess how many steps to reach that point and them count them. I'm quite pleased when I'm right.
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Sometimes when I'm walking by kids on the street I'll think about punching them right in the face. And I'm not talking about 14-16 year old kids here, I'm talking like 6-8 year old kids.
I definitely think about veering into oncoming traffic on a single lane highway, or someone veering into me.
When nothing is distracting me I don't step on cracks, and I also adjust my stride length to avoid them.
I'll always try and finish a set of stairs with my right foot. When I don't, it makes me angry. This has resulted in my falling or almost falling down the stairs a few times.
Whenever I'm waiting for a train I always imagine getting pushed onto the tracks and go through in my mind what I would do to avoid getting hit.
When I'm on a high balcony in an apartment building or something I always think that I'll just have a momentary lapse in judgment and decide to jump off for some reason. I also always want to throw fruit off the balcony and watch it smash on the pavement below. I did it once from the 25th floor with an apple and it was awesome.
I used to have dreams where I would be on my street, but I couldn't find my house. I just kept walking and walking and going around the block and every time my house wouldn't be where it normally was. Also I used to dream that my mom was a robot.
When I'm driving I hold my hand out the window and pretend it's a plane, adjusting the angle up or down so the air forces it in a particular direction.
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When someone is running and approaching me I often wonder what would happen if I dropped the shoulder and just laid him out.
I often have to consider where my mind is at when I find myself shaking off the urge to touch the little glowing red wires inside the toaster with a knife.
When I am walking my dog and kids are riding their bikes on the sidewalk and do not move over, I envision myself just close lining them. First thing with my first child is to teach her the proper rules of cycling!
Eating something and biting the fork really hard, which leads to thoughts of holding the fork vertically in my mouth and chomping down and breaking all my teeth.
If I'm really bored waiting at a bus stop or somewhere, my mind often envisions the world around me going up in flames. That, or imagining cars being blown into the air from massive explosions beneath them.
Too many action movies, I think...
Also, if I'm scratching or rubbing something near my eye while in a vehicle, I'm always paranoid that it'll crash or just go over a big bump and cause me to impale my own eye with my finger.
