Am I Weird?

I always pretend that someone else is beside me and I always smile to that "someone"

lydiajudith:

I do that too :tehe:

I talk to myself when I'm by other people, they always look at me like I'm crazy.

I second this.
And the talking to cats thing.

I always apologize if I've been feeling bitchy, even if someone hasn't complained.

Sometimes when there's a good story to tell I whisper it to an imaginary person beside me.

I talk to my cat too.

I also hate hate hate hate hate it when people dog-ear the pages of a book. IT TICKS ME OFF SO BAD. And people tease me for that. :| So I'm guessing it's a weird thing.

I talk to myself quite alot

and just in general I am weird

I hate it when random people try to hug me and I talk to my pets.

Looking in the mirror constantly, not to check myself out or if I look good or anything... just looking right into my eyes and wondering. Idk.

I plan out arguments or discussions with people and find myself beginning to talk out loud or making the necessary facial expressions.

Ever since seeing them live listening to Green Day makes me extremely emotional. I've been avoiding it because I can't handle the overwhelming love.

I imagine all kinds of scenarios constantly. I obsess over people I may have feelings for and keep imagining scenarios so I can prepare my answers. (Unbelieveably pathetic.)

I can't sleep with all the lights turned off 'cause it stresses me out and I get scared of everything in my room. Especially the Green Day poster on my door 'cause BJA looks freaky already when it's light.

I'm not scared of the dark. I just hate the fact that I can't see things properly. Also it makes me unbelievably bored and since it takes me a few hours to fall asleep, I need to be able to read a book, write or draw or something.

The Brightside.:

Looking in the mirror constantly, not to check myself out or if I look good or anything... just looking right into my eyes and wondering. Idk.

I plan out arguments or discussions with people and find myself beginning to talk out loud or making the necessary facial expressions.

I imagine all kinds of scenarios constantly. I obsess over people I may have feelings for and keep imagining scenarios so I can prepare my answers. (Unbelieveably pathetic.)

I do ALL of these things!

I also fiddle with my initial necklace when I'm around someone I find attractive.

I hate when people i dont know touch me in the halls or when they nuge me in the lunch line or when that guys in the line comes closer to me just because he doesn't want to get skipped in lunch.

I can't stand to be touched. Best friend, it's fine. Somebody wants a hug, fine. Bumped into the hall, handshakes, being moved by my arm, I freak out.

I always wear long sleeved hoodies/jackets but I can't stand the sleeves if they aren't rolled up.

I love physical contact.

I once saw this creature the looked like a dog/wooly mammoth/cabbage patch kid beast on the side of the road and swurved away from it, but my band saw nothing.

I'm terrifed of Ace Frehely. haha.

I get angry for no good reason...and I take it out on my dad. I treat my parents like crap, and I hate it. I also create conversations in my mind. I talk to myself. When people yell at me, it makes me feel like crap and I do destructive things, usually breaking a pencil, throwing something, hitting something, or hurting myself. I'm pretty sure I have OCD. Things that are stacked have to be straight, books of mine have to be in the right order, boxes in the trash need to be broken down. My mom threatened to send me to a shrink the other day because of something I said to my dad, and I didn't knkow she was kidding. I broke down crying about it half an hour later. I don't need some psychologist telling me how many things are wrong with my brain, and giving my meds to shut me up. I have problems, I know that. That's why I'm trying to fix them. My grandmother and mother can both speak to ghosts. I can't. It makes me feel odd, because the gene skips a generation, (I know this makes me sound like I have no clue what I'm saying, but it's my Grandma on my dad's side. My mom has no relation to her) and I'm just like my Grandma. By all things that make sense in my mind, I should've gotten the gene. Does it make me defectice? I can't stand people touching me, staring at me (unless I'm performing), or touching my stuff. I go pretty much ballistic. Lots of times (if I know the person) I will yell at them/slap them. If I don't know them, I just yell. If it's in the hallway at school, I just try and think of something else.

your not alone, it' hard to find someone who understands, luckily i found a friend who understands, i dont know what to say but your not alone, id be happy to talk if u want, just message me :) x

I worry if I actually look like a guy to people. I mean, I'm pretty unisex and all, but people treat me like guy sometimes. Then I feel weird for thinking that. I also think sometimes that I'm too long, and tall and stuff. I mean, people say 'willowy', but I don't really want to resemble a tree. I also feel weird about people coming round to my house, because my mums always in bed and stuff. And people say that I sound sad on the phone, but I'm not, I don't like phones much, but I'm not sad to talk through one.

I feel the EXACT same way, my motto is "My Smiles Are Just Upside Down Frowns." I am depressed but I think the perfect way to relieve that depression is to vent or laugh. Venting can take that pain away. Get everything out of your system.Laughing can help you as well, do some pranks or watch some funny movies.
Going to a doctor or therapist or counselor, to me isn't really the best way to 'treat' it. A doctor and/or a therapist will give you drugs, and you don't want to live life in a hazy fog. Go to a friend who you know won't judge you, because they know you better than any counselor out there.

1. I think someone is secretly video taping while shower so I suck in my gut.
2. I think people read my mind so I occasionally say in my head "PLEASE STOP READING MY MIND."
3. The fact that I love going to school because I love to get out of my god foresaken home.

The first time I stayed home alone the power went off, so I couldn't have music (radio at the time, didn't have an iPod back then) or the TV on to keep me company. So I talked to myself so I didn't feel alone. I just needed to hear something.
And now I talk to myself, it's just become a horrible habit. But is how I get most story ideas out of my head.

I act out my characters and scenes... I'm sure some authors do that too, but I really stand out when compared to my friends and acquaintences.

When I'm falling asleep, I pretend there's someone next to me and I hug that person... It's only me hugging a pillow or the matress...