Identify 30 things that make me weird/unusual

I’ll occasionally watch medical programs or the news..
But my main video media viewing comes from TED videos or TopDocumentaryFilms.com

Brown on the inside, Green on the outside

I was about 9 or 10 and when I moved to florida from quebec. I went to a pool party and managed to get a severe blistery sunburn. Ever since then, the damage has been done, and I know over time it’s accumulated into a bit more than before. So compared to the rest of me, my freckly shoulders and shoulder blades stand out a bit ;)

Ever found yourself with your hands full and you just need to grab or move one more thing? I like to use my feet to do some things most people would use their hands for, usually only when I have to, sometimes just for fun. I used to do it a lot when I was a kid. My parents used to call me “petit singe”, which means little monkey in french.
It develops some fine motor skills in the feet, though it will never be as developped as hands. I remember watching a news story on a woman who didn’t have arms, and still lived a normal life using her feet to do everything, writing, cleaning, cooking, etc… I found it fascinating how the human brain and body can adapt to such extreme circumstances.

I’m very much a night owl. It’s 5:30 in the morning at the moment, and I’m about to go to bed. I’m not too sure why, but my brain is much more active in the night than in the daytime, and my sleep schedule adjusted to it. I don’t spend a lot of time outside in the sunlight, beause most of the time I’m up there IS no sunlight, therefore I’m more pale than my sister when recently came to visit me from montreal after a harsh winter season.
If I could find a work and school schedule that fit my sleep habbit, I would be completely content.

I like my hot dogs with mayo and relish. Always <3

About 3 years ago I started picking at the skin on my lips when I’m stressed out, and it’s gotten to the point where I don’t even realise I’m doing it sometimes. For the last 2 years I’ve been doing it every day. It can get really bad, often to the point where it starts to bleed a bit. Yeah… pretty gross.
I’ve recently been able to stop almost completely but things got stressful shortly after and I started doing it all over again.
I’m really going to try to stop again, for as long as possible. The first few days are the hardest, but in the end, if my lips aren’t all messed up by the end of the day, it’s worth it.

I have this habbit of talking to myself when I’m alone.
It’s only strange to me because I’m the only one who sees it, but still, I can’t help doing it. And it’s not full conversations with myself or anything, just statements here and there.
I guess I like to keep myself company when I’m alone. Silence is just not really my thing, and that’s where music comes in.

Maybe I’m just naturally morbid. I don’t think I’ve had any abnormal exposure on the subject, not more than a normal person. I haven’t suffered a close loss yet, and I hope not to for as long as possible. But I often ponder the finality of death, the end we must all face, some more painful than others. I wonder how it feels in these last moments of life, the last breath. And I also wonder if life ceases to exist at all, if we simply continue to exist in some other way… Or if it’s just like when someone passes out, everything just goes black, and you have no sense of awareness, let alone time… But then what? What does it feel like to stop existing? What if one’s spirit is just a nice idea, but beyond that, just an idea?
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I don’t associate myself with religions in general, and I try to think beyond common beliefs. I guess death is something all religions try to figure out. Everyone is entitled to their own belief and idea that they prefer. I’m just trying to make sense out of the world I was born in. I hope to make the best of this human existence and of whatever happens next.

I worked at my parents’ powered paragliding business for 2 and a half years. We had a glidershop specialized in glider repair and inspections. The main downside is having to work with one’s parents and basically taking the work home with you, and things being taken personally rather than professionaly.
I didn’t have a fixed schedule, because it changed day by day. I worked as long as there was work to do, which can be considered a good thing, but when I didn’t have a single inspection to do for 2 weeks, it kinda sucked because it meant I didn’t get paid.
I think there are 4 other people in the country who do glider inspection or repair.
Imagine putting that shit on a resume :/