Name a behavior, fantasy, or way of perceiving something- that you've learned not to tell people about because most, if not all, would think it extremely odd.
I don't tell my family or anyone IRL about what I do on the internet. I certainly don't tell them that I post on a sociopath forum. I generally keep what goes on inside my head private from everyone else in my life. I don't do that nearly as much here, though.
I try not to make references to obscure computer science concepts in casual conversation. Sometimes I can't help myself, though.
by RavenName a behavior, fantasy, or way of perceiving something- that you've learned not to tell people about.
I get turned on during or after a woman cries. Something about the tears leaving streaks down the makeup on her cheeks and the eyeliner that fades down into it I find arousing. When they sniffle in through their nose it reminds me when someone has been sucking my dick for awhile and the snot starts to run down their sinuses so I start wanting that to be happening. A previous relationship noticed we were having sex after she cried about whatever numerous times and called me out on it.
Im positive there are many things I perceive differently that most people would find odd in some way, but listed above is the first thing that came to mind atm.
Not sure if there's a term for it but I like to meld into the current environment.
As a kid I was always fascinated by the lack of stimuli, looking at inanimate objects and imagining what their take on the world would be if they were alive. Stagnant and extremely conscious of even the most minute change in their surroundings. I would find a hiding spot, preferably close to people so I could sense the disturbance. Something very appealing about being close to someone without them knowing of my presence but that's another topic. I remember crawling underneath my sink inside the cupboard and sitting there in the dark, awake for hours. Soaking in the silence and the current setting. It was interesting and fascinating when someone would come by and I was able to devote 100% of my senses to hear their movements. Hearing the handles of the sink turn, the water rushing through the pipe next to my head, I was a sponge just absorbing all of it and I couldnt get enough.
Anyhow this still continues to an extent. When left alone I tend to zone out, not focusing on anything but the lack of disturbance around me. It's beautiful at times and quite relaxing. Still no idea why I love it.