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What's your weirdest ever experience?
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Start the ball rolling with yours.....
It was the 60's, there was this little pill..................
Drug induced counts I guess. I remembered this experience last night. Totally natural though. The experience spans about fifteen years. And there are a couple different weird parts to it. In the late '80s I was visiting a major American manufacturer, a household name, as a salesman. I got a tour of the place by two guys about three levels down from the owner. At one point we went into a little research and development room, about the size of a small living room. It had a couple of work benches and some gear, nobody in there at the time. The walls were covered with porn. I don't mean the old tool calendar. It was wallpapered with hard core porn glued to the walls, and half of it or more involved animals. I was shocked, but not as shocked as I would be today. The business would probably be shut down over it today. And it wasn't some kind of all-male business. It was weird even for those times but I ignored it, since I was there to ingratiate myself for business, and after a few minutes in there we went on with the tour. One of the two guys was named J.T. Smith, say. Not his real name. That was the last time I ever saw those guys. Fast forward about fifteen years and in a different part of the country. I'm doing engineering work now, not selling anything. I was in a little store looking around and talking to the owner. A guy comes in, looks around a little, chats with the owner a little. Then he looks at me and asks if I know J.T. Smith. I don't remember asking how he knew him or me. He couldn't have known me or that I'd ever heard of Smith. About a week later I got to thinking about this and I went back to the store to ask who the guy was. He'd seemed to know the owner. The owner knew who I was talking about and said that he had died a couple of days ago.
Definitely either. Whichever is weirder.are we talking on the bike ......or off
Excellent and very weird story.
I think drug-induced should not count. It shouldn't be the weirdest thing you ever did. It should be the weirdest thing that you experienced, or that happened to you, not because of you. Such as your story. Unless something really weird happened to you while you were on the drugs, but not because of the drugs, which you did yourself. BTW, nothing is more boring than listening to someone talk about when they were high.
I racked my brain trying to think what weird thing I have experienced, but came up with zero. I've done plenty of weird things, but nothing really weird was ever thrust upon me.
I've had long, in-person talks with TwoMany. Now there's a person with more than one weird thing that he has experienced. Maybe he'll join in.
I think drug-induced should not count. It shouldn't be the weirdest thing you ever did. It should be the weirdest thing that you experienced, or that happened to you, not because of you. Such as your story. Unless something really weird happened to you while you were on the drugs, but not because of the drugs, which you did yourself. BTW, nothing is more boring than listening to someone talk about when they were high.
I racked my brain trying to think what weird thing I have experienced, but came up with zero. I've done plenty of weird things, but nothing really weird was ever thrust upon me.
I've had long, in-person talks with TwoMany. Now there's a person with more than one weird thing that he has experienced. Maybe he'll join in.
Well I decided to visit a guy I knew on line who also had a Sportster with a sidecar, he was having a cookout and invited all kinds of people and I just happened to be attending a Virago Club weekend a few miles away, yes they would let anyone join! While munching down on some of his food got talking with some of the guys there and somehow someone mentioned XS650's. I said I've got one of those too! Also has a sidecar! Not sure how many here were or still are on the Yam650 mailing list, it's a bit slow these days, but this guy suggested I check it out and in a round about way that is how I came to end up on this forum.
I know that that weird but it is funny how just being at the right place at the right time can have a big effect on things.
Like the story of how I ended up with my second wife and a couple more XS650's, maybe I'll write that one up some day! A little teaser, it involves a stepmom breaking her ankle! No I didn't trip her!
I know that that weird but it is funny how just being at the right place at the right time can have a big effect on things.
Like the story of how I ended up with my second wife and a couple more XS650's, maybe I'll write that one up some day! A little teaser, it involves a stepmom breaking her ankle! No I didn't trip her!
^^^ This describes me.
Hint for the toon impaired: The pictured kitty shows up in the Garfield strip from time to time.
I’ll let you decide what to think of this story. To me it just felt .....weird at the time.
Approximately 20 years ago, I was still working as a mailman in the retirement community of Sun City Arizona. My parents were living in Missouri and had just retired and they wanted to move to Sun City and they were looking for a fixer to buy. As luck would have it there was one right on my mail route. It had been vacant and for sale for the three years that I had worked on this route and I didn’t know anything about it except that it was kinda sad and neglected and they weren’t asking much for it. My folks came to see it and they bought it. They then returned to Missouri to put their house up for sale and pack. They didn’t return for a couple of months.
My sister and I had agreed to do most of the fix up for them so they could move in as soon as they got here. I did most of the repairs and my sister would paint and do odd jobs.
This is when things started getting a little weird. My sister and I never worked in the house at the same time because we both had jobs and our schedules were different. I started first, I was going to tile the whole house.
The house had old carpet everywhere except the kitchen. I went there to start removing the carpet. There was about a 10 ft square area of carpet and pad that had been removed from the living room, leaving bare concrete. I kept thinking how odd that was, why would someone do that? Then it hit me......I’ll bet someone died alone in this house and wasn’t discovered for some time. I’ll bet they laid right on that spot.
Unfortunately that very thing happens a lot in retirement communities.
As the hours and days passed, I would frequently hear things in other parts of the house, and I always had the sensation that someone was in the room with me, behind me. I can’t describe it, it was just a strong feeling. Sometimes I would stop what I was doing to go investigate the noise, I never found anything. I was intent on finishing this job, so as a distraction I would turn a radio on really loud and just put my head down and work.
One night in particular stands out in my mind, it was straight out of a movie. I was really trying to get the tile finished and a thunderstorm came up. It was suddenly pouring rain and black as coal outside, punctuated by bolts of lightening and thunder, and that night the house seemed exceedingly creepy.
We finally got the house done and my parents arrived and moved in. They were very happy with the house.
About a week after moving in, my mother was awakened one night and she said she saw a man dressed in white walk past the bedroom door. She freaked out and started yelling for my dad to grab his pistol and search the house for the intruder. There was no one there. My mother is a practical , sensible, farm woman who is not at all dramatic, but she swore that she believed what she saw. When she told me this, my father who was sitting there, told her she shouldn’t repeat that story because people would say she was crazy. As far as I know, the “ man in white” was never seen again, and my parents went on to live many happy years there.
Years later, my father was quite ill and in the hospital. My sister and I were there visiting him. Later when we were alone we were talking about when we had fixed up the house for the folks and I told her how I had felt when I was working there alone. She became still and turned to look at me and said “ The same thing happened to me.” When she was there. In fact towards the end she had come to the house and was going to stay through the night to get some things done , and she became so scared she left and went home. Again, this was very uncharacteristic for my sister who worked at high levels in the corporate world.
My father passed away and my mother continued to live in the house for a while. Then things started getting weird again. Lights would turn themselves on and off at night. Different rooms, different lights, different times. My mother even called in an electrician to check the houses wiring and the wall switches and lamps and he found nothing unusual, it continued. It started taking a toll on my mother who becoming convinced that there was something wrong with the house.
My sister moved my mother in with her.
C’mon, that’s a little weird huh?
Approximately 20 years ago, I was still working as a mailman in the retirement community of Sun City Arizona. My parents were living in Missouri and had just retired and they wanted to move to Sun City and they were looking for a fixer to buy. As luck would have it there was one right on my mail route. It had been vacant and for sale for the three years that I had worked on this route and I didn’t know anything about it except that it was kinda sad and neglected and they weren’t asking much for it. My folks came to see it and they bought it. They then returned to Missouri to put their house up for sale and pack. They didn’t return for a couple of months.
My sister and I had agreed to do most of the fix up for them so they could move in as soon as they got here. I did most of the repairs and my sister would paint and do odd jobs.
This is when things started getting a little weird. My sister and I never worked in the house at the same time because we both had jobs and our schedules were different. I started first, I was going to tile the whole house.
The house had old carpet everywhere except the kitchen. I went there to start removing the carpet. There was about a 10 ft square area of carpet and pad that had been removed from the living room, leaving bare concrete. I kept thinking how odd that was, why would someone do that? Then it hit me......I’ll bet someone died alone in this house and wasn’t discovered for some time. I’ll bet they laid right on that spot.
Unfortunately that very thing happens a lot in retirement communities.
As the hours and days passed, I would frequently hear things in other parts of the house, and I always had the sensation that someone was in the room with me, behind me. I can’t describe it, it was just a strong feeling. Sometimes I would stop what I was doing to go investigate the noise, I never found anything. I was intent on finishing this job, so as a distraction I would turn a radio on really loud and just put my head down and work.
One night in particular stands out in my mind, it was straight out of a movie. I was really trying to get the tile finished and a thunderstorm came up. It was suddenly pouring rain and black as coal outside, punctuated by bolts of lightening and thunder, and that night the house seemed exceedingly creepy.
We finally got the house done and my parents arrived and moved in. They were very happy with the house.
About a week after moving in, my mother was awakened one night and she said she saw a man dressed in white walk past the bedroom door. She freaked out and started yelling for my dad to grab his pistol and search the house for the intruder. There was no one there. My mother is a practical , sensible, farm woman who is not at all dramatic, but she swore that she believed what she saw. When she told me this, my father who was sitting there, told her she shouldn’t repeat that story because people would say she was crazy. As far as I know, the “ man in white” was never seen again, and my parents went on to live many happy years there.
Years later, my father was quite ill and in the hospital. My sister and I were there visiting him. Later when we were alone we were talking about when we had fixed up the house for the folks and I told her how I had felt when I was working there alone. She became still and turned to look at me and said “ The same thing happened to me.” When she was there. In fact towards the end she had come to the house and was going to stay through the night to get some things done , and she became so scared she left and went home. Again, this was very uncharacteristic for my sister who worked at high levels in the corporate world.
My father passed away and my mother continued to live in the house for a while. Then things started getting weird again. Lights would turn themselves on and off at night. Different rooms, different lights, different times. My mother even called in an electrician to check the houses wiring and the wall switches and lamps and he found nothing unusual, it continued. It started taking a toll on my mother who becoming convinced that there was something wrong with the house.
My sister moved my mother in with her.
C’mon, that’s a little weird huh?
Weird yes, out of the norm no. Lots of unexplained things happen all the time. Nobody living knows for sure whats next. A lot think they know only because of their beliefs.
...i grew up in medellin, columbia as a kid...
...somehow when i was 6 or 7 i fell 4 stories onto concrete from my mom's friends apartment...
...only overnight in hospital with no injuries...
...a week after being told i was miracle i felt fearless, climbed on top of roof of our one story house, jumped off and broke leg...
...at least that what the newspaper article says, i not remember...
...or is more weird when i was sent to kuwait and my work visa had technical error and after 17 hours on plane i had to be in holding cell at airport for 7-8 hours with everyone else except me handcuff at wrists and ankles to each other...
...vice prez son got australia, new zealand, and hawaii...i got kuwait and canada...
*******fyi...i had the best time of my life working in the canadian shops...best hosts ever...
...somehow when i was 6 or 7 i fell 4 stories onto concrete from my mom's friends apartment...
...only overnight in hospital with no injuries...
...a week after being told i was miracle i felt fearless, climbed on top of roof of our one story house, jumped off and broke leg...
...at least that what the newspaper article says, i not remember...
...or is more weird when i was sent to kuwait and my work visa had technical error and after 17 hours on plane i had to be in holding cell at airport for 7-8 hours with everyone else except me handcuff at wrists and ankles to each other...
...vice prez son got australia, new zealand, and hawaii...i got kuwait and canada...
*******fyi...i had the best time of my life working in the canadian shops...best hosts ever...
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Spooky, and well told.
My brother bought a house on main street and set up the bottom story for clients and the upper story he turned into a personal office and space for his family and friends to drop by. A couple of times he caught a glimpse of of an old lady, just a microsecond. His wife did too, and when they compared notes the old lady was dressed the same. Later one of the neighbors showed them a picture of the old lady who used to live there and mentioned she always wore the same clothes, which is what the old lady they had glimpsed had been wearing. My brother had also mentioned things moving. One time I was upstairs and had a glass of iced tea on a glass table and I saw the tea move about an inch. Before you jump to conclusions, the glass was wet on the outside, and the table was made of glass, so maybe it moved on its own. But I couldn't get it to move on its own again by messing with it.
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Hopefully. But if not, go for it. They aren't copyrighted -- the moment of creation is when you put pen to paper. Or electrons to phosphor. Or whatever happens with an LCD screen
You don't blow your own horn, but you're a legitimate trained artist. That means you have to have an internal life that lets you imagine all kinds of crazy s***. So lets hear it!
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Not sure what to believe about some of these "spirit" stories but if there is some truth to them and after I'm gone from this place I just might have to come back to mess with some people. Just a warning to be nice to me!
On youtube there's the story of an American POW of the Japanese who commits a minor infraction. While explaining himself he gets sassy with the camp commander, who pulls out his sword and says he's going to execute him as an example. The prisoner says you can kill me but you can't kill my spirit, and my spirit will go into your body and haunt you every day. The commander takes a couple steps back, and backs down.I just might have to come back to mess with some people. Just a warning to be nice to me!
Oh, man, I've had a long fascination with things technical and scientific, including magic, optical illusions, the paranormal.
Magic and optical illusions are both entertaining and educational, in that they not only reveal the foibles of human perception, but can prepare you for trickery and con artists.
As humans, I don't think we're prepared or equipped for those *other* things. For example, trees exist, and football exists. But trees can't play football, much less understand it.
Many of my experiences and observations are quite lengthy, spanning months, and would take a marathon of book writing. I guess that I could try to boil them down. A fascination with this stuff tends to open doors, best kept closed. I closed those doors long ago, so only a few things have happened in the last 30 or so years. I'll hit those first, since they're somewhat benign and mild.
Have you ever had a cat or two jump on the bed while you're sleeping, and walk across your legs? Doesn't bother me at all, they live here too, like family, and are welcome to visit. Just don't get too rambunctious, or I'll put you outside. Happens often, rather used to it, makes me feel appreciated that they would want to visit. Crazy cat guy, huh?
Now, imagine that same event, but there's *no* cats in the house.
Kinda bothered me when it first started happening about 30 years ago, but I've gotten used to it.
A couple of new things have added onto those events in the last 10 years, at first quite concerning, but pretty much adapting and accepting, even ignoring.
Imagine that you're asleep on your right side, and someone starts nudging and pushing on your left shoulder, as if someone is trying to wake you up.
Alarming at first, now just annoying.
The most recent events don't make sense. Again in bed, asleep or half-asleep, and someone *pops* a large rubber band (like a bungee cord) at the foot of your bed. Repeatedly, about 10 seconds apart, for anywhere from 2 *pops* to 5 *pops*.
Had this same thing happen 30 years ago, but from the bottom of the bed, like someone *popping* a mattress spring.
Again, alarming at first, now just annoying.
Interestingly, these events don't occur if there's a cat in the house...
Magic and optical illusions are both entertaining and educational, in that they not only reveal the foibles of human perception, but can prepare you for trickery and con artists.
As humans, I don't think we're prepared or equipped for those *other* things. For example, trees exist, and football exists. But trees can't play football, much less understand it.
Many of my experiences and observations are quite lengthy, spanning months, and would take a marathon of book writing. I guess that I could try to boil them down. A fascination with this stuff tends to open doors, best kept closed. I closed those doors long ago, so only a few things have happened in the last 30 or so years. I'll hit those first, since they're somewhat benign and mild.
Have you ever had a cat or two jump on the bed while you're sleeping, and walk across your legs? Doesn't bother me at all, they live here too, like family, and are welcome to visit. Just don't get too rambunctious, or I'll put you outside. Happens often, rather used to it, makes me feel appreciated that they would want to visit. Crazy cat guy, huh?
Now, imagine that same event, but there's *no* cats in the house.
Kinda bothered me when it first started happening about 30 years ago, but I've gotten used to it.
A couple of new things have added onto those events in the last 10 years, at first quite concerning, but pretty much adapting and accepting, even ignoring.
Imagine that you're asleep on your right side, and someone starts nudging and pushing on your left shoulder, as if someone is trying to wake you up.
Alarming at first, now just annoying.
The most recent events don't make sense. Again in bed, asleep or half-asleep, and someone *pops* a large rubber band (like a bungee cord) at the foot of your bed. Repeatedly, about 10 seconds apart, for anywhere from 2 *pops* to 5 *pops*.
Had this same thing happen 30 years ago, but from the bottom of the bed, like someone *popping* a mattress spring.
Again, alarming at first, now just annoying.
Interestingly, these events don't occur if there's a cat in the house...
Ancient Egyptians revered cats as deity’s, protectors and guardians of the dead. Maybe they knew something?
I reckon so.
Cat vision is different from ours, they can see things we can't.
Same with deer, vision shifted towards the ultraviolet.
Different with color-blind dogs, but their olfactory system is beyond our understanding.
Less known to me is any difference in their 6th sense...
Cat vision is different from ours, they can see things we can't.
Same with deer, vision shifted towards the ultraviolet.
Different with color-blind dogs, but their olfactory system is beyond our understanding.
Less known to me is any difference in their 6th sense...
How 'bout a "good" weird.....
91-92 ish... Deployed to the Gulf for 90 days. That got stretched into 180... and a third extension drug it out to 9mo.... damn. Me and another guy left in the middle of Dec. on a trash hauler that finally got us to England about a week later... bags never to be seen again. Made it to Heathrow on the 23rd. Had what was on our backs... filthy desert cammies. All flights to the States are full. We get 2 standby tickets. Over the next 2 days, I don't know how many flights we watch come and go. Last flight on Christmas eve (don't remember the airline), a couple security guys come up and escort us out of the lobby. Wtf? We ain't done nothin'.... They take us into this room and wipe us down with their "wand" thingy and then tell us to follow this young lady waiting at the door. We follow her down this walkway and into the first class cabin of a 747 where we were greeted like royalty.... except the plane was empty... just us and the stewardesses. Keep in mind, all we had was "standby tickets."... all we get to do is fill a seat if someone don't show. After a few minutes the plane started filling up with passengers... the doors closed... and off we went.
It was my first Christmas home in 5 yrs.
91-92 ish... Deployed to the Gulf for 90 days. That got stretched into 180... and a third extension drug it out to 9mo.... damn. Me and another guy left in the middle of Dec. on a trash hauler that finally got us to England about a week later... bags never to be seen again. Made it to Heathrow on the 23rd. Had what was on our backs... filthy desert cammies. All flights to the States are full. We get 2 standby tickets. Over the next 2 days, I don't know how many flights we watch come and go. Last flight on Christmas eve (don't remember the airline), a couple security guys come up and escort us out of the lobby. Wtf? We ain't done nothin'.... They take us into this room and wipe us down with their "wand" thingy and then tell us to follow this young lady waiting at the door. We follow her down this walkway and into the first class cabin of a 747 where we were greeted like royalty.... except the plane was empty... just us and the stewardesses. Keep in mind, all we had was "standby tickets."... all we get to do is fill a seat if someone don't show. After a few minutes the plane started filling up with passengers... the doors closed... and off we went.
It was my first Christmas home in 5 yrs.
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