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'~Tom~ says (16:41):
well why does the custom controls for the keyboard palyer even affect the menu controls at all whats thep oint jsutm ake it so for the keyboard palyer on the menu screens everything is always up down left right enter regardless of the controls they set'
Driving through Moss Side playing Barbie Girl and Venga Boy tracks wasn't probably the best idea too. Especially not with the chase that followed. Luckily we were in a BMW and whilst all the gangster folk cars look powerful they're just old cars painted gold.
Also according to the OP this thread is about being eccentric, not living on the edge ?
"In popular usage, eccentricity refers to unusual or odd behavior on the part of an individual." Or did I misread the topic?
Well, I know this one med- student who insists that he is a millionaire with shaman like healing powers. I don't know if that is true, but just saying that is eccentric in my book.
But the only really eccentric thing I have seen him do is to walk up to complete strangers and talk to them about whatever. "Psychological experiments" he calls them.
Other than that I know about alot of people who'd do zaney things and strange habits, but I can't think of any "eccentric" people.
And then there is the Internet people of course, but they don't count, do they?
The most eccentric person I know might be a guy I used to know called Richard who would bring four litres of coke to drink at dinner at school, and two full packets of chocolate digestives - just those things only - and then spend the whole of the dinner hour, and the afternoon's lessons, running around because sugar made him go hyper. And there wasn't an inch of fat on him. I don't know if that makes him eccentric or just a bit of a twat, but I guess the difference is minimal anyway.
I used to do that in school, but 1.5L of Pepsi instead of 4. And I mixed it with yogurt.
Hell, I was more eccentric than that. Actually did the psychological experiments thing too in high school, but the opposite of talking to strangers about whatever
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..of course there are always the people at college who are 17/18 yet somehow act like they are a good 30-40 years old. Speaking as if they are above everyone and so much more mature. It's a bit sad because they are so caught up in doing this shit that they haven't really lived. At all.
And then there are just a lot of freaks, but that's what made college fun I kind of miss being there. One of my old primary school friends who I lost contact with until later in highschool and college became a white supremacist purely because he was apparently German and started self-harming and all that 13 year old bullshit, the irony here is that one of his best friends was black (go figure) and they both subscribed to the emo/goth label. Straaange..
'there are always the people at college who are 17/18 yet somehow act like they are a good 30-40 years old. Speaking as if they are above everyone and so much more mature. It's a bit sad because they are so caught up in doing this shit that they haven't really lived. At all.'
Probably Aspergers.
Don't aim for perfection- you'll miss the deadline
'~Tom~ says (16:41):
well why does the custom controls for the keyboard palyer even affect the menu controls at all whats thep oint jsutm ake it so for the keyboard palyer on the menu screens everything is always up down left right enter regardless of the controls they set'
Everyone I know is eccentric, but I'm just a sane guy in an insane world.
I'm trapped in a box. I see the future, the past, and the present, and I usually forget them all.
Then it all starts over again. Will death bring life? Should I slay them all? Time will tell.
Riddle me this Batman! ... is this person crazy? Can one be sane, insane, crazy, mad, sad, right, wrong, haphazardly happy, and depressed by demons of the menacing maniacal madman mentoring messed mentality, perusing perverse perpetual palindromes all topped with a sesame seed bun?
Does the blue sky make you blue? .. It does me, .. I remember a red sky in a dying dream deafeningly defeated by deterioration doggedly deranged.
What do you remember? Or do you?, I forget.
Blood of the Ancient One, Seen only as Shadow, Faster than Lightning, Fierce as the Greatest Dragon, Nearly Invisible, Floating in a Dream, Entered through the Demon Door, Destroyer of Evil in a Realm with a Red Sky Scarred, Who could I be ?
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I kind of miss being there. One of my old primary school friends who I lost contact with until later in highschool and college became a white supremacist purely because he was apparently German and started self-harming and all that 13 year old bullshit, the irony here is that one of his best friends was black (go figure) and they both subscribed to the emo/goth label. Straaange..
