My son did that, too! He’d sneak salt all the time— kosher salt, pink salt, Celtic sea salt, all the salt except Morton’s iodized (tastes metallicy to me so I never buy it). I used to tease him that I was gonna attach a salt lick to the wall beside his bed, so he could just take a lick when needed. And we have a…
I liked to poke the meat in the grocery store. Sicking your finger into a piece of raw steak (through cellophane) is still very satisfying if you ask me.
Most of mine are not good for this contest, so I’ll tell a couple of my favorites of my sister’s weird habits.
My mom heart just burst...sweet kids being mermaids might have been the highlight of your mom’s life.
After watching Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom, my brother and I would eat ice cream with raspberry jam on top which we would call ‘monkey brains’. He has since introduced this concept to his boys, but they aren’t old enough to watch Temple of Doom, yet.
I would sleep in boxes. This went on until I was 10 or 11. My theory is that, because I had screwed up hearing (the hearing centers of my brain didn’t develop properly. I’m not deaf), it would be a very quiet place a corrugated cardboard is wonderfully sound absorbing.
Whenever I went to a store that had a stuffed animal display, I would silently say “food, food, food, water, water, water” so I knew they were all taken care of. I was a silent stuffed zoo keeper.
My sisters and I would pretend to be mermaids eating fish guts whenever we ate pepperoni pizza.
Glue hands! Omg, I forgot that kids did this. We’d try to get intact fingerprints from ours for whatever weird kid reason.
I’ve got a weird one. I think I did this well into middle school. I always got the passenger side window seat in the back seat, and, for whatever reason, every single time my parents drove us anywhere, I would imagine there was a very long saw attached to the car, and the only way to save all the mailboxes, telephone…
Not me, but my sister used to be afraid to go into her bedroom all alone when we were super little. She had to sing Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer to force herself to have the courage to go in there by herself.
I was a very advanced reader and “gifted,” so I was reading long before I knew all the words used in a book or could pronounce them correctly. I also was sensitive.
In grade school, without a word, I’d get up from my desk and walk over to the craft cabinet. I’d open some glue and pour it all over one hand, then return to my seat where I’d watch it dry. I’d then proceed to meticulously peel off the glue and get up again to throw away the peelings. I’d do this in the middle of a…
As someone who grew up in evangelical culture, I am unsurprised that the lone black woman is styled to look EXACTLY like those white women. That’s the survival trick. The only way to achieve provisional acceptance is to seem exactly the same but tanner. All will be revealed if she starts to bristle at being the BBF, th…
How is it that in the header image all these women look the same? Even the black woman! It’s like they all contoured and highlighted together, or used the same make-up artist who only knows one style of make-up.
McGyvered that stroller for the SAVE!
I worked as a lead cashier at a buffet and salad bar restaurant in high school. I was excellent at this job because it tapped into my idealistic view of people at the world at that time. I always said a genuinely happy greeting and gave the customers what they wanted. But one day, this nasty bitch of a woman came in…
Recently actually! Last week my childhood bestie who is still basically my sister (we have a lot of history, see my other comments), her husband, and her mother all decided to let themselves be drafted into treating COVID patients or supporting those that do (BFF is in hospital IT and volunteered to stay on when most…
I once gave a baby the heimlich maneuver at a Benihana style place and got free dinner for 3 months twice a week.
Not really despair, but you’ll see why I value it.
