I know this guy who likes dream theatre

Far be it for me to point the finger at someone's "weirdness", but I have to say that I currently have a friend who is quite possibly the strangest person I have ever met.

He is a minister in the Universal Life Church, and has performed some weddings.

He is/was an Eagle Scout.

Both of these things strike me as High Weirdness, and I can't even articulate why.

I still think he's the bee's knees, though.

My older brother works at Wal-Mart.

To my knowledge, he has never had a girlfriend.

There is some debate with regard to the conclusiveness of the diagnoses he has received, but I believe he suffers from Asperger's Syndrome.

My older brother seems to be a more or less stable, happy person.

It is often very difficult for me to think of even one thing to say to him.

He is the weirdest person I have known.

Salut.

The description lists
"odd forms of self-stimulatory behavior "
as one of the symptoms.

What does this refer to? If the answer is horrifying in any way, please do not respond.

-Wilson

I met a deranged hobo of a man at a 7-11 in Dallas who alternated between quoting the KJV Bible chapter and verse in a Southern Baptist-sorta manner and spouting the most hideous profanity. That was pretty odd.

I had a 13 hour-straight conversation with an alumnus from the school I went to down that way once. He might be the most intelligent yet deeply disturbed individual I have ever met. I've never had a more all-encompassing conversation, or at least one that long, before or since.

When I was maybe 19-20 I worked with a homosexual man who was known in the parlance as the "bitch" or "bottom". Of all the gay people I've met, this guy was truly messed....if there ever was a "fag" he was it. He spared no opportunity to mention his upbringing in Georgia and subsequent abusive father, as well as his then current "lover's" deed towards him in much too graphic detail. He was a mess and I pitied him.

When I was in Paris 4 years ago I was hiking up Blvd. de Clichy back to my hostel one afternoon. Those of you who are familiar with Paris know that there's a stretch of that boulevard that is really seedy. Anyway, as I was passing one of the many sex shops along the way this squat man of questionable ethnicity shouldered me and tried to persuade me to come inside. I said "Non merci" and continued walking, but at that the little dude tried to steal the pack off my back. I managed to hold on and struggled very briefly and got in the guy's face and asked him if he'd like to fight me, in French. I think I looked eye to eye with this man for maybe 10 seconds, but there was something in his eyes that was.....unnerving and it made me a little scared. In then end I flipped him the bird and said "fuck you turd" and continued. But that man had something disturbing in his eyes I'll never forget. Sometimes a look can tell you a life story.

There more but I can't remember them all now. We human persons are an interesting bunch.

scelops wrote:The description lists
"odd forms of self-stimulatory behavior "
as one of the symptoms.

What does this refer to? If the answer is horrifying in any way, please do not respond.

-Wilson

Certain self-centered types of people have a way of becoming a closed circle. That is, their self-stimulatory actions replace the stimulations of others. This happens on a wide spectrum. Mastrubation is only a small section of this spectrum. I'd say mastrubation is the least complex of these actions. I'm not a psychologist or sociologist, but I can think of an example that is closely related to mastrubation:

1) A lover strokes your forehead--a sign of affection which spurs equal and opposite reactions of affection... that can be anything, like a return forehead stroke.

2) Lover is replaced by person, not with other lover, but with self-serving action. Person strokes their own forehead. This simulates not only someone elses stroking of person's forehead (feel perceived by forehead) but also the return gesture of stroking another person's forehead (feel perceived by the hand.) Its an illusion of affection, but to the nervous system an accurate illusion has just about the same effect as the real thing.

Is this horrifying? I don't know.

There was this guy from school that I knew.

He didn't care so much about school. I think he was only enrolled so he could have access to the internet and use the free phone. The only things he would look up on the internet were tanks. And maybe airplanes.

He would buy tank models and spend all his time altering them so that they were truly authentic. He counted all the screws, and if the model kit didn't have the right number of screws he would make a microscopic mold so he could pour his own screws.

He wouldn't let his roommate vacuum because he was scared of losing his screws.

I was friends with his roommate, so I spent a lot of time at their place, and often, late at night, he would leave to go to the airport to study planes.

I guess lots of people are into tanks and planes, though.

The weirdest thing about this guy was that he was extremely cheap and wasteful at the same time. He stole toilet paper and chairs from school. If it was "free" or he stole it, he didn't give a fuck about how much he wasted.

Water, for example, was free because he didn't have to pay for it. So instead of washing his clothes in the washing machine in the basement that cost a dollar or whatever, he would put all his clothes in the bathtub, turn on the water full blast and leave.

Seriously, he would leave the apartment with the water running over his clothes. That's how he did his laundry.

Once my friend bought him a present, and he couldn't accept it. It was some kind of Japanese toy, and he obviously liked it, but he couldn't accept it. He just left it sitting on the kitchen table. He would pick it up and look at it, but he never moved it from the kitchen table since it wasn't his.

He was pretty weird.

I liked him alright, even though I'm pretty sure he hated me because he didn't like how I used the toilet paper he stole from school.

My college roommate, junior year. Used to walk around with one of those Coop t-shirts depicting devil women fucking each other with strap-ons. Blank, cold face. Probably had some kind of low-grade autism. Very unnerving. He used to get cold in San Antonio. In September. San Antonio doesn't get cold, especially in September.

I remember one day I got back from Austin City Limits, sweating like crazy cause it had reached around 100 degrees outside. I open the door to my dormroom and a gust of steaming air hits my face. He's in there running the goddamn heater. I shit you not.

Pretty much had zero friends except for his tiny goth girlfriend. He made a lot of not-so-subtle references to their perverse activities. Apparently, they were "swingers." Once I went looking for some band-aids, opened a common drawer that I never used and found a gigantic blue strap-on dildo.

A few months later he was arrested for trading child pornography.

Living in a room with him was one of the worst experiences in my life.

Goddamn, he was weird.

Once I met that guy who tried sodomy just for curiosity.
He then told me that it wasn't really his cup of tea.
At least he tried.

MajorEverettMiller wrote:There was a crack head in my neighborhood that always tried to sell me meat that he had stolen from the supermarket. He would pull it out of the front of his pants and say, "Aw, c'mon, man! It's a t-bone! That's a good cut of meat!"

Come to think of it, I guess it's not that weird...

i laughed out loud when i read that.

anyway, i live in an area of Nottingham called Sneinton. It's full of very strange people. For instance, i moved house at the end of last week and on Sunday morning, i was stood out in the back garden of the new house and noticed that my new next door neighbour (who is a stocky, eastern european type who has a bald head and covered in tattoos) was vigorously excercising in front of a full length mirror in his bedroom. In the nude...

Other sights seen around sneinton include (names created by myself for easy identification and recall);

Lynch woman - a lady perhaps in her late 50s. Has a shaven head. Last seen walking into a lamp-post whilst i was in the company of Christina Carter and Fursaxa. Has also been spotted urinating in public and randomly trying to open doors to other peoples houses.

Night walker - a goth man of approaching 7ft in height who walks around Sneinton, no matter what temperature it is dressed like Neo from the Matrix

Superfly - a middled aged man dressed like a 70's pimp complete with sheep skin overcoat (which strangely he only seems to wear in the summer months)

I'm sure there are many more 'characters' from Sneinton that need to be mentioned - Summerlin, Simmo any more suggestions?