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04/07/11(Thu)09:32 No.24921902I
have an iron stomach. I can go out with friends, we all eat at the same
place, everybody gets sick but me. Or I can eat things and only later
realize they were horribly expired or gone bad but suffer no ill
effects. Chunky milk, three month old lunchmeat that was slimy, Hostess
fruit pies with fuzzy mold bubbles inside, I could go on, no problem at
all. The tradeoff is a hyper weakness to fluoride, though. One rinse
with a fluoride mouthwash, for example, and I'll be several pounds
lighter in a few hours, to put it mildly. So, bacterial food poisoning,
nothing. Common beneficial chemical, guts must be emptied.
Animals
and children all love me, even the shiest, unfriendliest cat will walk
right up to me, and shy kids come out of their shells. Unfortunately
though, I strongly dislike little kids, so I wish I could turn at least
half the mystery charisma off. Or better yet, repurpose the kid charisma
into lady charisma, that would be much better.
Crazy people
consistently are drawn to me and consider me God, The Chosen One, or
spiritually significant somehow. Different crazy people, different
cities, same reaction.
Electronics that I use tend to
malfunction. Computer lab computers, ATMs, cashier scanners, I can't
count the times I've heard something along the lines of "Huh, it's never
messed up like that before."
And several times I have come
extremely close to a situation that would have likely been fatal, for
example, being inches away from being crushed, so I might have some kind
of luck/death-retry power.
Oh yeah, I've seen and heard ghosts on many, many occasions. So I either have super-crazyness of the sixth sense or whatever. |