Freaky behaviour

It's an assassination thing.

Tuff is prepared for everything, including that possibility that person he's been looking to assassinate entering the restaurant while he is eating sushi.

That scene in Amores Perros.

No it's more of an unexplained fear that someone will try to assassinate me.

We'd never be able to have lunch together, be bumping elbows arguing over the same small side of the table the whole time.

For some reason I just remembered my grandpa and how he used to do a perimeter check of any family members home as soon as he entered it. Scope out the front, enter, take note of the exits and windows (looking back and forth) go through to the back and scope that out, check the lock on the back door (or touch the door and take note of if it was left open), go back to the front and check that. It was just an automatic, and silent five minute ritual, everytime.

Your grandpa must've seen some shit.

A hug with a friend is ok, you know to say Hello or Goodbye or Congratulations. But cuddling? That seems weird to me.

He served in the Army for twenty years and was in the Korean and Vietnam wars, as well his father was military and my grandpa spent his childhood, until the age of eighteen, living in Japan in the aftermath of World War II. I'm positive he saw some shit.

Here is a great family lore story, of the type of man my Grandpa was.

When my mom was in her early teens they were stationed in Germany for several years. this story she was fifteen. My mom had a habit of running off with the GI's and had taken to partying way too much already.

She ended up on restriction (as my family called it: Grounded) for several months in an attempt to reign her in some. On the first day she was given some freedom, she swears herself she had devoted herself to reform, she was allowed to go out to see one of her girlfriends. The friend in question was not home however and asking around my mom found out she may be over at this apartment building notorious for holding large parties.

My mom decided she would just go find her friend and then leave, of course fifteen year olds have both bad judgment and poor impulse control, one thing to another and she is right back smoking and drinking and dancing it up at some random party.

And then, three days have gone by.

There is an entire different story for what happened to her in those three days, I won't get into it.

My grandpa, who was a higher ranking major at this point, meanwhile had spent time investigating where his daughter had gotten off to and when he discovered the most likely place, this apartment building, he ordered an entire platoon of troops under him, with all of their tough as everything war jeeps and in full battle gear and weaponry, to surround the place in the middle of the night.

He got on a mega phone and announced who he was and his rank, that he had the place surrounded and that he expect his daughter be sent out within five minutes or they would commence with the raid.

Of course, she was sent out.

My grandpa was given a dishonorable discharge for failure to properly control his errant family and abusing his power, and him and the family were sent home to the states.

He was allowed to reenlisted as an MP and finished out his last several years of duty here at home with a much lower rank.

I like your grandpa.

All that said, he wasn't the sort of military man that went on about it for the rest of his life. He never spoke of his time in the service at all unless it was to confirm a story someone else was telling. I never once saw him in uniform.

What a cool guy.

I liked him too.

I drempt of him last night.

The oldest guys are like that. *They deserve the utmost respect*. They really went through some crazy stuff. Some folks are restricted and may have seen something strange. Some stories aren't easy for civilians to understand. And then others, they try to tell a story and they have to stop in the middle or skip around the sequence, so what's the point. That's understandable.
Sometimes we will hear of traditions that are no longer allowed, and thank goodness for that.

Yeah, I don't even know if he ever killed a man.

My grandma said he came back from Vietnam completely different, but for the better. She said he refused to ever talk about what happened there except to say that he now knew hat was important in life and what was not.

I didn't know them. The friend and roomies did. I sat on the easy chair next to the bed until they insisted that I join in. The whole thing, as well as the reaction the story gets from most people, reminded me of the community pit in this video.

We had one of those.

Exactly like that.

But actually, in both my family and my circle of friends, I'm the uptight prude with strict boundaries. When I was younger I was like, "Nooooo Victoria, I do not want to talk about the strange places I am starting to grow hair. These days I'm like, "Noooo Sarah, I think we should use separate changing rooms if we're buying bathing suits and you're not actually going to try anything on." And, "Noooo Sister, I do not want to know how you got that bruise on your boob that I now know about." And, "Nooooo Aunt Gloria, I will not go upstairs and tell Alex to stop jacking off and say hello."

To be fair, I think Alex we just watching tv. I hope.

My Dad always says that his army officer days were the best days of his life.

My grandpa always just did what had to be done, no matter the cost to him it seemed, to take care of and protect all these terrible females in his charge. (his son and others too)

All that was written as an Epitaph on his stone was "Our Hero", all that needed to be said.

My mom didn't know she was the reason they had to leave Germany.

How she feels now is hard to say, she is in her mid fifties and my grandma and other family members still resent her for her teenage behavior.

I'm sure your grandparents have some teenage stories, that they aren't confessing. No one is perfect. Old people tend to forget that. They seem to remember all the stuff they finally got right.

My grandma just fessed up and told me that when she was 17 she and her best friend accidentally caught fire to a cotton field when sneaking cigarettes, stole a car, and ran away.

Yeah, if I don't shower after work I can literally feel the essence of everyone I've interacted with all day all over me like a skin. Shower + zazen for a half hour is the only way to reboot.

Are you sitting zazen now? Is this what we have to thank for a more relaxed you?

Coo.

So Skydoll is some older member reincarnate.

That's pretty freaky, I guess.

You are the only person who did not know this.

The only person.

Second-worst-kept Cult secret ever.

No reason for me to know. I doubt I know whoever it is.

You get six guesses.

Yeahhhhh... that was both before and after my time, for the most part.

Shhh

Shhhhhhhhh

Oh sorry, are we pretending it's not happening? Should I delete the evidence? Is this snitching? Am I a snitch? What are they going to do to me?? I didn't mean it!

Why am I actually frightened.

Because you know the tale of the demon with which you are messing. You know of it's wrath that was sealed away for far too long for a child like yourself to interfere with its return, secret though it may be, and it will strike you down in an instant if it has to if you continue.

I've been playing a looooot of Zelda these past few days.

Thanks for the nightmares, Ike.

Just tilt your head towards her and rephrase it all and she'll never catch on you spilt the beans.

Yeah, you should be fine. But just in case, take this...

... because it's dangerous to go alone!

Geeking out with Zelda references. Is that freaky behavior?

Also, dude, The Imprisoned? That demon I'm alluding towards? He was totally in Link's nightmares... before it came up for reals and started some shit. Which is why I advise you take the sword.

What a neat trick, shortcut, skill, or novelty method to increase productivity and efficiency.

I've never even played Zelda but this does seem like the most natural progression of events.

Tuffy wrote:

Okay, so I hide behind the giant sword and throw the cat at anything that moves in a threatening manner.

I feel much safer now, thank you.

I once attempted playing Zelda and got bored within 5 minutes. I suspect I would've sucked at it anyway.

You are all freaky and silly.

My mum told me when I was a baby, I used to roll the corners of my blankies up and stuff them into my ears, and then offer up like the contents like "WANT IT?"

I've always slept with my head propped into the bedpost. It's funny because in the morning I wake up with a patch of red on my forehead, or the shape of the head of a screw.

I also simply cannot keep my hands open when I walk. They're always midway to turning into fists.

I've made it clear who I am multiple times, man. I don't know why you like to pretend it's a big secret or I'm playing games or something.

Also nah, calmer me is allll medication.

Since we are making it public.

We've known for a while. We wanted to wait and see how it went. She has been contributing mostly in a positive manner.

I see no reason at this time to make a bigger deal of the situation than it is.

That's the master sword! The reference you used is for the wooden sword, pfff noob.

Duh. As if the wooden sword could help with such a threat as The Imprisoned. Of course I couldn't keep the reference pure. Do you even care about what happens to her? You could have offered your axe, at least.