Similar, I once got rid of a perfectly good Sega Genesis when I got a GameCube, which broke 2 years later. Gawd, if only 7 year old me had any self-respect as a gamer.
My dad had one of those. My video game background is actually pretty sparse due to my dad being of the
"violent video games enables antisocial behavior in children" school of thought, which meant I had very little besides the sonic games.
Aaaand he fuckin'
sold that thing eventually, too. Yeah I didn't use it much when we got a PS2, but I sure would still like to
have it.
No one can pronounce my name on the first try. The only people who can have met people with a similar name.
A German language professor told me 'Your name should not be pronounced that vay. What happened?'
I've taken pride in having a name that baffles everyone.
I just present myself as "Martin" to non-Scandinavians since everyone else just ends up going
Mauwritaaayn when trying to say my real name, even if I already spelled it out for them. It's not even some tricky tongue twister. Ironically, a Japanese person is more likely to pronounce it correctly on the first try than an English-speaking person.
I usually prefer wearing boxers, than actually wearing panties. I dunno, panties, just don't appeal to me.
I hate constrictive clothing so much that my brother accuses me of wearing
tents instead of boxers. My life quality would probably increase dramatically if I just wore a kilt.
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#1. Because of this weird color-coded birthday calendar thing we had in my class from 1st through 4th grade, I thought August was a month of
Autumn until I was like 16.
I apparently somehow went years and years without ever entering into a context where someone describes August as a month of summer.
It's been
ten years now, and I still
feel August as a month of Autumn. I'm still unable to
internalize it as a summer month. That's some scary shit when thinking about indoctrination in children, making them believe something as just an uncontroversial fact of reality.
A dumb calendar thing made by kids putting August on the orange instead of the green part is something that's actually deeply affected my moral views. (it was a cardboard train with each wagon being color coded to the seasons.)
#2. The internet has broken me. I'm literally better at English grammar than Norwegian. Without the digital dictionary
Clue, my language skills would probably have remained entirely parasitic to each other.
#3. My face scares little children. On multiple occasions, I've visibly frightened children
without even interacting with them. Be they strangers or the youngest in my family. I have a bit of a resting bitch face, which could explain it,
but I seem to scare them even more by smiling.
The most direct example of this is when I was stocking shelves in a store, and this lady passes by with a kid in a stroller. The kid, couldn't have been much more than 3, then went
"mommy, he wus scawwy."
#4. I talk really loud, and I can't really control it. I simply perceive my volume as normal like you would your own breathing rhythm. And I can't really consistently keep a "medium" voice, which means my secondary voice of choice is one people barely can hear unless I'm sitting right next to them.
I have a pretty bad complex about this, particularly since it apparently ties into my autism spectrum diagnosis(differences in auditory perception). It's the
one thing I don't have any real control over on that front, and it sucks.