Realizations:

Apparently I find a way to encounter people who are like bipolar or something. Especially the case when they are the ones that smashed into your unoccupied parked car that was far across and later on tell the story saying that you hit them.

I don't like truck drivers. When they drive in front of me, they drive sooo slow to the point that I want to just park into the shoulder and wait until they are long gone. But of course, when they have decided to sandwich me in, they drive fast and crazy so that it freaks me out.

The types of guys that stalk me at work are usually freaky and have the strangest habits. But then again, people who kinda stalk would be freaky anyways cause normal people don't go around doing that.

I tend to ask questions but then answer them myself.

I need some sort of filter for talking. Apparently anything comes out, and whenever I say something ridiculous, it's always around the boys that will crack on me for days. Like the time I was talking about my huge fear of needles, and I loudly profused that I would gladly take it in the ass any day. Or my discussion on how I tried Whoppers for the first time and that those malt balls disgusted me...I made a connection saying that it would taste like a grandma till I realized I got malt & moth balls confused :P