"hey sorry i missed your text, ive been dead to the world." Someone used that on me a while ago and i respect them more and more each time i think about it.
Last time i really opened up, i was one upped and then fired a couple months later because opening up made people (my boss who one upped me) uncomfortable.
Was riding my bike with my friend to the mall when i was like 10. It was kind of wet out as it had just rained and we were going over an overpass. On the the way down the hill, there was some metal thing in the road and i tried to stop too quick. Ended up going over my handlebars head first and launching into my friends back wheel. We both crashed in the middle of the road with oncoming cars. Im pretty sure my life flashed, but luckily my friend was able to help me up in time and cars saw us.
Aquariums and fish keeping. Its as complicated as you want it to be from a simple tank and a few fish to a multi tank breeding setup for fish that need very specific requirements. It is one of those hobbies that will make you want more tanks than you have room for, if you get really into it.
My mom had a rock collection. There was one big rock that was purpleish with white streaks through it. I remember going through her collection just to pull that rock out. Id be stoked if i came across it again.
Ive been using that method for years without knowing it had a fancy name. It really does work. My problem seems to be an ADHD fueled bender of a cleaning session that leaves me wiped out after several hours or fervent cleaning. Once i get over that initial hump its all down hill from there. Makes me much less likely to start something cus i know where it ends most of the time.
There was a crow i was so close to befriending at my last job. Thats the only thing i miss about that job. I should bring him a treat, for old time sake. Hes probably still around there...
Little bro had a Furby when they first came out. It was annoying as hell and even he got tired of it pretty quick. It ended up in a box in the closet for years. Then one night around midnight it just started talking. But like that slow demonic low on battery talk that toys do. Mind you this was years after it was stored away. I burned that Furby the next day.
Ive written it down, so it must be scientific.